December 2009
Strangely ironic how sweet the insignificant words are. I have found that the trick is, the insignificant part, the part you thought was something real, something so deep, is nothing. Stay with me. Don’t turn away from me. I need you to hear it. Europe is experiencing the coldest winter in history right now. Planes no longer take off, Planes no longer land, and things are seeming like a bit...
I could dance with you everywhere.
Please understand that I want nothing to do with this. Please understand me when I don’t act; when I stand and watch you. Please take your shit and be gone with your contaminated presence. Please kiss me on the check once again. Please know that I understand and I respect that. Please let me act in the right way, not just in that way which once in our minds, overcomes us all. Please let...
