Saturday, November 23, 2002
'Come to the edge,' he said.
They said, 'We are afraid.'
'Come to the edge,' he said.
And they came.
And he pushed them over.
And they flew.
- Guillaume Apollinaire
I want a boy who will listen to The Softies and paint on the floor with me. I want a boy who will help me remember how beautiful I am. I want a boy who likes clouds and books and blankets and dark skies and summer sun-bathed moments. I want a boy who will eat sugar on lemons with me. I want a boy who's kisses taste like choclate-covered strawberries. I want a boy who will make me mix CDs and will make me cards with crayons and construction paper. I want a boy that will spend the day in a library with me. I want a boy who will dance, even when there is no music, and will sing along to his favorite songs. I want a boy with passion for life and for love, that will make me want to be alive.
If you can find someone who fits that description, please let me know. I've been looking and looking but something's always just a little bit off.
me: thank you
him: don't thank me. you asked for it. i'm just the middle man between you and yourself.
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
#35
sometimes i think maybe it's just good to let words lie.
then they can be just as they intended to be. there. floating. somewhere between you and me and our conciousnesses and a couple thousand miles.
