magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
we were drawn from the weeds
we were brave like soldiers
falling down under the pale moonlight
you were holding me
like someone broken.
and i couldn't tell you, but i'm telling you now
just let me hold you while you're falling apart
just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
fall on me
tell me everything you want me to be.
forever with you, forever in me
ever the same
+ fictions&fires
10:17 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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