I’m guilty of loving this picture.
If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
Tomorrow Sylvie, Bell and I are going out together, the trinity of storytelling.
It will be the first time I wear autumn/winter clothes in a long while.
I’m so excited.
Clifford C, 9:00 am
“Little by little, inch by inch, we built a house with a garden in the middle of it. And it ain’t much, but it’s a start, you got me swaying along to the song in your heart”
“I still can’t understand why you let that fear of finding happiness that you know will be taken away prevent you from finding happiness at all. I would rather have spent a split second with you and then never seen you again than never seen you altogether.
I think you need to let yourself be happy.”
“You had sand in your shoes, a bow in your hair,
you said that we shouldn’t, you said you were scared
[…] I threw it all away, I did it just for you,
and I’d do it all again if it’s all I have to do
And you said you should go, so I asked you to stay,
I tried to kiss you, but you pulled away..”
“I told him I wanted to forget things, because it’d be easier. He looked at me with these big, sad, green eyes and handed me his phone.
“Now I never meant,
To do you wrong,
That’s what I came here to say.
But if I was wrong,
Then I’m sorry,
I don’t let it stand in our way.
As my head just aches,
When I think of,
The things that I shouldn’t have done.
But, life is for living,
We all know,
And I don’t wanna live it alone”