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and I'd always write you letters
just for the sound of pen on paper
comfort can be found in strange things
I guess loneliness is
something you wear
Like skin, it defines you
it confines you
I look out over a vast sea
and strain to see
beyond your horizon
I used to long for what I can't have, like everyone
now
I long for distance covered
miles walked in my shoes
turned into lightyears
I slip slowly to sleep and
die a little, every night
just for the sound of pen on paper
comfort can be found in strange things
I guess loneliness is
something you wear
Like skin, it defines you
it confines you
I look out over a vast sea
and strain to see
beyond your horizon
I used to long for what I can't have, like everyone
now
I long for distance covered
miles walked in my shoes
turned into lightyears
I slip slowly to sleep and
die a little, every night
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
Literature
Ensayo
¿Quién le enseña a la gente que no sabe querer, a querer?
No sé si es que el ser humano trae consigo al nacer esta extraordinaria virtud –la de querer-, y los que no sabemos, y nunca aprendemos, somos la mancha que eclipsa el normal funcionamiento de la sociedad; o si es una habilidad aprendida que simplemente no hemos logrado dominar con el paso del tiempo como el resto de nosotros. En verdad no sé, pero tampoco me interesa mucho que se me sea confirmado que estoy en lo correcto; es suficiente desasosiego con la suposición de ser un error, no creo poder con la certeza de ser uno.
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Love the imagery here. The vastness of yearning.
One thing bugs me though, the capital L in the second verse, was that intentional?
One thing bugs me though, the capital L in the second verse, was that intentional?