I am the bursting riverbank,
I overflow just to reach for your ankles
Just to swallow the roots
And flood the soil with stories
You swim, you float, you cling to land
Drink up, victims
Of a parched Earth, of drained dirt,
Of sun and sand and death and birth
What inspires you?
I remember the button of your blue jeans
I remember the whining wooden stairs
I remember your breath on the window,
October after October
I remember your laughter bursting at the seams
I remember waiting for
October, but October
Ages
And someday must become November
6 | Benjamin: | You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... |
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| Benjamin: | You are my cocaine, my only cocaine... |
1Reflection and Emission Nebulas
— Rho Ophiuchi Cloud ComplexCredit: Gerald Rhemann // Astrostudio
Only truth can wake me
I rise for only honesty
1 I knew then that my lungs were weaker than the turbulent water
As long as I beat my soul against the current
Remembering the way my mother’s hands swept through the river,
Collecting benthic stones and
Regarding them like precious metals,
Washing away a genetic sort of filth in the stream
I know now that her voice, still reaching for my youthful silhouette
Running carelessly into the water, sinking like a wedding ring,
Is the only music I will hear
Resting sweetly in a bed of clay
2 
(via euphoricspirit)
Speak to me about the insignificance of things
And we will worship Entropy under these sheets
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(via euphoricspirit)
They say
Love is durable
But Silence
Has strong hands
And Shame
Is thick
And bitter
And more penetrating
Than any hammer and nail
They say
Love is infinite
But this Silence
Stretches onward
Further
Deeper
Wider
And Shame
Is omnipotent
And omniscient
And we
Are weak
And finite
1 I loved you in the waking world, still so unsure
If I could invite you into the dreams you already haunted
Still so unsure if I could submerge
And recover with the taste of coffee on my lips and
The revelry of the birds at dawn and
The sweet interruption of sunshine
With you there to witness
The simplest of stirrings
(Source: poorartists, via chasingfictions)
Still as a statue in your absence,
I await the hands of my sculptor
Whose palms will melt my frozen frame
Whose knowing touch will reawaken me
Whose fingertips will carve the paths
For oxygen to flow through my body
So I can dance again
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