"I wish i has a mongo tree, in my backyard. If your’d stand next to me. take the picture. Cause from your lips i heard you say "can i have you?" Caught up in what you say. I said you do! I said you do!"
Ill be your peter pan and you’ll just be pretty”
I spilled the ink across the page. trying to spell your name”
So today something sort of cool happened for me. Immer war ich ein bischen traurig das die sonne nie meine zwei Welten zum gliechen zeit beloechten konnte. aber jemand hute sprach uber denn mond und sagte das es bei die Sonne beloechtet ist. also wirlich ist es dad gleiche licht die auf mein steak und deautschland loechtet. :) es macht mich glucklich..
I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me. Already I have given up the moon and snow, closing my shades against the claims of white. And the world has taken my father, my friends. I have given up melodic lines of hills, moving to a flat, tuneless landscape. And every night I give my body up limb by limb, working upwards across bone, towards the heart. But morning comes with small reprieves of coffee and birdsong. A tree outside the window which was simply shadow moments ago takes back its branches twig by leafy twig. And as I take my body back the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap as if to make amends.