May 2012
82 posts
I just had to tell you that my body has forgotten how to fall asleep when the rhythmic beating of your strong heart has been replaced by silence and an icy chill is all that is felt where the warmth of your flesh should be.
“I have always been a wretched speaker. My vocabulary dwells deep in my mind and...”
– Vladimir Nabokov
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Ultimately, it comes down to the person capable of calming your mind when it’s threatening to detonate, the one who remembers to hydrate your cells when all the salt and water have escaped via your traitorous tear ducts, the boy who wraps his arms around the ribcage that protects a heart and lungs which move much too rapidly to sustain themselves.
I live, naked and nervous and curious, at the peak of a waterfall. Though strong are my intentions, I have but to blink to find myself taking the dangerous, ever present hand of gravity and leaping into the rocks beneath me. Delicious is the fall, devastating is the impact. Never, ever, ever will I learn.
Though the warmth radiating from your side of the bed but skims the surface of the pool of threads that tie you and I, a pool whose deepest contents embody a beauty the likes of which I may never have the talent to bring alight in prose, I must admit that it captivates my spirit entirely for the few precious moments it lingers on our sheets once you’ve left.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a very long time that actually did look like...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
nathanielstuart asked: You post excellent things. (:
You caress my skin with a word mumbled into air that exists, warm and electric, too many miles away from me, and suddenly I can’t help but question all the laws I’ve ever deemed finite.
“The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion people...”
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
