March 2011
4 posts
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eight, nine, and ten (of 365)
♦ 3/16/11
I asked you if you felt like sleeping.
“No.” you said, full of determination. “I’m worried that if I sleep, you won’t be here in the morning.”
How can I convince you that I’m not leaving?
♦ 3/17/11
I wonder why I feel your absence. I wonder if you feel mine.
Is it possible to ever feel full? To be without loneliness and to be without...
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four to seven (of 365)
♦ 3/12/11
Every time you enter my life, you cause a ripple of change. What was unconsciously hidden, resurfaces: my burning, almost desperate need to write, to create art, to organize a myriad of thoughts and maximize the time that passes so each minute seems more vivid, each intake of air a little more satisfying. But there exists a conflict in your presence. There is inspiration, but struggle...
Art Saturday
Cza :)
I don’t think I know how NOT to look awkward in a photo.
Rest of the photos on facebook.
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one, two, and three (of 365)
♦ 3/9/11
His words reverberated within me: I’ve always been drawn to you. I imagined a crescendo of waves rising, collapsing, the stillness that follows, the gradual deepening of an evening as it closes on a day, and that night when I met you and fell in love with art.
♦ 3/10/11
I worry about forgetting. I worry about forgetting your smile, your eyes, your warmth. So each day I look at...
