They really liked Cormac McCarthy and had a certain fondness for Yann Tiersen.
I don’t know why I think about it so much right now, especially when they’re somewhere off in the deep.
When I walk so far in the cold and wind I can only think of my failures. How everything, spinning, became a helix when you danced by.
I know you don’t love me, stranger. We’ve been here so many times before, but you’re on my mind.
When the earth freezes over I’ll still be here.
I will love you over.
I will cover your bruises.
I want you here tonight.
I don’t know how you came to be bigger than the sun, but I would stare directly into you if you’d come out for me.
For me.
My angel with paper-mache wings. Tearing my skin apart in all this ice. I don’t know how you came to own this part of me.
Wish you were with me this winter. Wish I never had to dream you up again.
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