this is the least i want to do for you. i'm not a believer in expensive gifts, i've told you that before. so i wanted to write to you and let you know the meaning of my words. yes. this is for you.
i've thought about those words trilling in your voice. the hush and sonority of your emotions pouring out into the darkness of a closed book case. i will not lie. i felt the digression hitting me on my face. i felt the reality slipping away to the tunes of an unsung song, wrapped and coned in a blanket of blur. losing myself.
and i lit a candle in your name, in the darkness of 3 am. in the hallway, where a flurry of shuffled feet ricocheted into silence. you cannot imagine this illegal portrait of self-caricature. of broken rhythms crackling through this grease. the fluid moonshine on the grass. and i think i saw my reflection. on a mirror by the sweat.
i just wanted to apologize to you for the thick wall which developed. all of a sudden, from a parallel to the square. my words may seem meaningless today, and my emotionality -an open rupture of redemptive strides; but i swear there is a meaning to all this. there is a back-pull that i have felt. in your eyes, which sometimes tire. in your smile, which sometimes weep. in your smell, which sometimes cringe. and in this shady architecture of thick and thin, of greed and rage, of milk and dusk -you will be in my heart. forever.
i promise.
i've thought about those words trilling in your voice. the hush and sonority of your emotions pouring out into the darkness of a closed book case. i will not lie. i felt the digression hitting me on my face. i felt the reality slipping away to the tunes of an unsung song, wrapped and coned in a blanket of blur. losing myself.
and i lit a candle in your name, in the darkness of 3 am. in the hallway, where a flurry of shuffled feet ricocheted into silence. you cannot imagine this illegal portrait of self-caricature. of broken rhythms crackling through this grease. the fluid moonshine on the grass. and i think i saw my reflection. on a mirror by the sweat.
i just wanted to apologize to you for the thick wall which developed. all of a sudden, from a parallel to the square. my words may seem meaningless today, and my emotionality -an open rupture of redemptive strides; but i swear there is a meaning to all this. there is a back-pull that i have felt. in your eyes, which sometimes tire. in your smile, which sometimes weep. in your smell, which sometimes cringe. and in this shady architecture of thick and thin, of greed and rage, of milk and dusk -you will be in my heart. forever.
i promise.
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"in this shady architecture of thick and thin, of greed and rage, of milk and dusk"
i haven't read better from you in all these years.
thank you.
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