Sometimes I wonder if the person I fell in love with is who you really are.
If I could see your true colours, I have a feeling they would be blue.
Like your room.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
I wonder.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
i'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.







Tomorrow will come, dressed in newspaper
balancing a phone book. Tomorrow will come
like a valid point opposing a valid argument.
I walk around the house, turning off lights.
Boys assume they'll outlive their fathers
as lakes freesze, snow appraises the house and turns back.
Look in my eyes: you can see my talent for flagging taxis-
that I'll give a dollar even if the charge was fifty cents.
Tomorrow will wither, will tear a sleeve of thought,
will try to make a pact with your worst mistake.
And if we were younger, we'd wriggle out.
But we lack knapsnacks and a knowledge of getaway paths.
So I'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.
The branches are cold, clothed in snow. But we must climb.
Higher is a hardness when all you see are branches.
- Jeff Latosik.
Monday, November 21, 2011
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