People don't naturally care. So give them a reason to.
of shattered silence
This is for you. Yes, you. You're who I'm writing for. It was started for someone else, but now, it's for you. So don't think this is an accident, because you are right where you're supposed to be.
11.18.2015
rain is in my blood
Driving
over was a nightmare. Californians have no idea how to drive in the rain. Brake
lights, 35 on 50 mph streets, rain sheeting softly down, at just the wrong
frequency for any windshield wiper settings. Getting out. Forgot an umbrella,
pull my hood up around my face, take off glasses (there’s no way I’ll be able
to see with those on), walk on the wet cement and soggy leaves across campus.
Rain falls at an angle, the wind is steady and the clouds are just varying greys
over my head.
What a beautiful, beautiful day.
on a definite lack of passion
I will
not cry for you, but I’ll stay awake long hours at night thinking of nothing
else.
I
cannot be angry at you, but I’ll be irritated and cross for the next day.
I
cannot be swept off my feet, but I’ll walk beside you and hold your hand.
I will
not love at first sight, but I will at 76th.
I won’t
be overjoyed at the thought of you, but I will feel a rest and content settling
on my soul.
I
cannot fall in love, I must run after it, always hoping, searching the four
corners of the earth, finding it piece by piece, until I fit all the pieces
together and it turns out to be you.
I will
not be blinded by passion, because I have none.
I do
not know if it’s vice or virtue, but I do know it’s me. And I’ve come to terms
with that.
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