THE DISTANCE TO DREAMING
If it doesn't happen magically happen overnight, then you might want to try doing it manually, everyday.
THE DISTANCE TO YOU
You told me it'd be okay. But you were the one crying.
You told me to let go. But you were the one holding onto my shit.
THE STORY IN THE DISTANCE
And you keep whispering the same story to yourself "I'll be unhappy now because because that'll make me happy later. Because that's how a story works." So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn't a story. Life is chaos.
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN TWO POINTS
I didn't miss you now. I miss you then.
Standing on the edge of the water, I looked out towards a land I could not see. Somehow, I knew you were doing the same. Thinking of me. Thinking of you.
THE OCCASIONAL SILENCE
You can walk into a room and spot them. they seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached.
They laugh a little different. they hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says "Turn it up until my ears bleed. Let it be the last thing I hear."
-russ
6 comments:
To a friend:
I dont want to let you go, yet i have to there is no other chive for me o cant do it anymore And im sorry i hace to leave you, i never told you but you are one of the few reasons i stayed longer, please forgive me And take care for when im ready to come back. I love you my friend
Because you're so afraid of being alone, again. And you desperately want someone or something to point at and say, "Look, see, right there. It wasn't my fault."
and letting go leaves my hands free, but heavy as a stranger's breath.
Just stumbled across your blog. Short, beautiful entries. I am intrigued.
this is so amazing, it made me cry. thank you. i mean it.
Dear someone,
I cried, because I thought I won't make it back to you, but I did, where were you.
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