laboring over goodbyes always felt trite, so forgive the brevity of this partial ending, partial forgetting. please queue at creating patterns. this is the end, my friends. comments are appreciated.
cdlxxxii. being heavy
October 19, 2006writing is a way to bring the words heavily onto the page slightly nervous from their birth.
cdlxxxi. where it starts
October 18, 2006the way one goes nowhere important. your voice is so vibrant, like a child’s, taking words for the playthings they are. from nowhere but the sky you see daily, the beginnings come circling like birds.
cdlxxx. in the dream
October 17, 2006i buried my heart in a patch of dirt, in the middle of a sun-scorched field, left it there, never to return.
cdlxxvii. evening
October 14, 2006when evening comes, we take our glasses, break them, sweep up the shards to break them again tomorrow.
cdlxxiv. grass
October 11, 2006i’ve been lying on the grass, admiring the way one goes nowhere important, only tickling the idea of meeting the sky in the weight of one’s body, there present in no one else’s laziness.
cdlxxiii. blackout
October 10, 2006tonight, it will be dark. again. the last candle melts away. there isn’t much to do but to wait.