December 2009
12 posts
To Renee Yohe
but when i tell you that you are beautiful, my words are not flowers. My words do not hold some romantic mysticism, nor do they rely on remarkable acumen. My words have no intent or motive. My words do not seek acknowledgment or reassurance. My words do not make up where there is lack or scantiness. My words do not need to be said, yet i still hold a want, a longing, a yearning, compulsion,...
“Perfect is a shot of hope running through your veins.
A shot, a chance, a...”
i wish that instead of talking, we could send each...
daangmel:
dallaslights:
(patternsintraffic)
“Weaker and weaker, the sunlight falls
In the afternoon. The proud and the...”
– Lebensweisheitspielerei by Wallace Stevens Found in The Norton Anthology of World Masterpieces, Book 2
