all this text without a face, seems so insignificant to some. talk to my face, sleep next to me and forget your throaty thoughts spewed from your fingers; exaggerated theories and half filled thoughts outliving our bodies and our minds. i am told this stuff doesn't (shouldn't) matter. tell me what does.
this matters to me.
i have sound to touch moments now. but we are all grasping to hold onto something.
faceless friends bring out the best in me and its not because i'm afraid of the eyes.
this is all we have. our persons will die and what we choose to share (in the way we are able) will live forever.
four books in filled with belligerent scribbles and half written prose. this is me. it will be read someday when i am long gone.
can i see you this week
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ReplyDeletei love and want you to know that
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when i die
when you die
our words will ring as
the only bell that's ever
and though i can hear it now
it is so distant
it is non existent
and when it comes closer it will
ring pure truth
for eternity
but though i can hear it
now
i want to and will
and i will meet you
there
i am
certain
i am here and will be
always
until...
i will read you when
i am
long gone.
i feel like you are the only i ever write to.
you and him.
you hear me.
(thank you)
i hear you.
i hear YOU.
oh god... to clarify my words...
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i hear you now...
with weight
i know what you are saying
just like we said