i carry your heart.
cynical.
i want to take you far, from the cynics in this town.
& kiss you on the mouth.
we’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene.
start a brand new colony.
where everything will change, we’ll give ourselves new names.
identities erased.
the sun will heat the ground under out bare feet.
in this brand new colony.
i wish i was alive when t.s. eliot was. i appreciate every word that man ever spoke & wrote. his words are beautiful.
“Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity. ”
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.”
“You are the music while the music lasts.”
i need something
i’m not sure exactly what, all i know is that it feels like i’m not living. i’m just doing what is expected.
love was different then.
i carry your heart with me; i carry it in my heart
i am never without it; anywhere i go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling.
i fear no fate; for you are my fate,my sweet.
i want no world; for beautiful you are my world,my true.
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart; i carry it in my heart.
please
give me the strength to wake up tomorrow morning & be strong for my son.
i don’t understand how my world could go from being close to perfect to a disaster with one phone call. i am praying to anything that this works out & there is light at the end of the tunnel. i can’t lose him, my world will be over.
