January 2011
120 posts
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letter forty four:
Dear Person,
I was going to write you a letter and pour my heart out but I realized that I do that for you all the time. The only thing I really need to say is ‘if you ask me, I’m ready’. Cheesy, right? Well, it’s supposed to be. The late-night rendezvouses are amazing but if you ever decide that there should be more, I wouldn’t mind exploring that option with you....
December 2010
93 posts
question:
As most of you know, I write personal letters. As of right now, I think I’ve written 43. Should I start the count back over at one tomorrow or should I keep going?
tonight:
… will be no different than any other Friday night I’ve spent here, in Arlington. I’ll be at my place hosting a party. Drinking. Laughing. Having fun with people I care about. I won’t care how much money I’ve spent or how much time I’ve invested in all this or how much work I’ll have to do to get everything up and running tomorrow morning. No, instead...
“when ideas fail, words come in very handy.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”
– Henry David Thoreau
“we are continually faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly...”
– John W. Gardner
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letter forty three:
Dear Persons,
I wanted this to be long and detailed, but I think I’ll keep it short and sweet - much like my trip. Last Saturday, before my first flight even reached the border of North Carolina, I was ready to turn around and head home… but I’m kind of glad I didn’t. The first few hours here were perfectly fine, for what they were, but I was eager to buy my ticket out of...
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leaving forever:
I stood puzzled for what seemed like a century. Before I knew it, someone swept past me and grabbed the box. “Who’s it from?”
“I don’t know…”
“Well, are you gonna open it!?” I really didn’t want to. I was afraid… but something told me I had to. I walked back to that couch and, just as they did the day before, everyone gathered...
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leaving forever:
I stood puzzled for what seemed like a century. Before I knew it, someone swept past me and grabbed the box. “Who’s it from?”
“I don’t know…”
“Well, are you gonna open it!?” I really didn’t want to. I was afraid… but something told me I had to. I walked back to that couch and, just as they did the day before, everyone gathered...
“for years, i killed myself for you,
in hopes that this would be mine.
…...”
– Green or Blue, ‘Comfort’
“for years, i killed myself for you,
in hopes that this would be mine.
…...”
– Green or Blue, ‘Comfort’
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visiting forever:
I was back home. Back to the place where I spent so much time searching and waiting for you… and something in me told me that I would soon go back to looking. Needless to say, I was afraid that I would fall back into the same trap as before - spending all my time forgetting about life around and using my days looking for you at the shore. This time would be different, though. Right?
I woke...
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and i'm still lost... →
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for months i loved you all i could... →
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incessant ramblings:
Six hours had yet to pass since I had been in your presence and I was beyond ready to be back in your warm embrace… This was a problem. What’s worse is that it wasn’t a simple walk down the street or as easy as opening my door. No, this time, I was thousands of miles away in another state, another town, another bed - a bed that wasn’t yours.
I tried my hardest to push the...
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green or blue. →
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letter forty three:
Dear Persons,
I wanted this to be long and detailed, but I think I’ll keep it short and sweet - much like my trip. Last Saturday, before my first flight even reached the border of North Carolina, I was ready to turn around and head home… but I’m kind of glad I didn’t. The first few hours here were perfectly fine, for what they were, but I was eager to buy my ticket out of...
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incessant ramblings:
Six hours had yet to pass since I had been in your presence and I was beyond ready to be back in your warm embrace… This was a problem. What’s worse is that it wasn’t a simple walk down the street or as easy as opening my door. No, this time, I was thousands of miles away in another state, another town, another bed - a bed that wasn’t yours.
I tried my hardest to push the...
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whenever you're ready to ask... →
a letter to dallas:
Here I am, in this shady motel, reflecting on all we had and I have come to the conclusion that I fucked up… All this time, I blamed everything in the world on why we couldn’t be together and why things never worked, but it was me all along. I always chose to focus on something else rather than look at the beauty within. I was too fixated on becoming someone that I forgot to notice the...
a letter to dallas:
Here I am, in this shady motel, reflecting on all we had and I have come to the conclusion that I fucked up… All this time, I blamed everything in the world on why we couldn’t be together and why things never worked, but it was me all along. I always chose to focus on something else rather than look at the beauty within. I was too fixated on becoming someone that I forgot to notice the...
the flower:
Somedays I sit and think about the possibilities… about what life would be like without me. What life was like before me and what life will be like after me. I think of the person you were before you met me and the person you’ll be when you decide you’ve had your fill of me. I think about the impact I’ve made on lives around me and what my presence and being have done to...
the flower:
Somedays I sit and think about the possibilities… about what life would be like without me. What life was like before me and what life will be like after me. I think of the person you were before you met me and the person you’ll be when you decide you’ve had your fill of me. I think about the impact I’ve made on lives around me and what my presence and being have done to...
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give me something. →
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pierre duclos owns a piece of my heart. :) →
“it is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it...”
– Agnes Repplier
“age does not protect you from love. but love, to some extent, protects you from...”
– Jeanne Moreau
“i’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. but this wasn’t it.”
– Groucho Marx
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december eighteenth:
“Will I get the chance to see you before I leave?”
All I asked for was a chance to see your face and to have your hands for ten more minutes before I started my tour of the world without you. I just wanted a chance to be in your presence, have your scent, and feel your warmth before the year was over and we were both miles apart. You didn’t seem so interested, though. Regardless...
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empty roads:
There was no one there but me. There were no cars and no buildings; no people and no noise. Nothing. The old blacktop I traveled upon was not heavily worn and showed little signs of any use at all. Streetlights were few and far between. Every now and again, a wild animal would run past or a bush would shake unexplainably. Other than that, I was all alone. That night was different…
I’m...
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final thoughts:
Everyone else is focused on what they want for Christmas or what they want to accomplish over break or what they want from the New Year… I’m focusing more on the here and now. I want to see you. I want you in front of me or behind me. Your hands on my back, my hands on your sides and legs. I want you to be with me and I want you to show me why it is that I feel this way. I want what...
adelaide (revisited):
Passing faces rushed around us as we sat side-by-side waiting for our turn to board the flight. With each available chance, we caught each other’s attention to pass off a friendly and loving smile - some accompanied by a romantic embrace or a simple touch. I was at home in your arms and you in mine. We were in for something spectacular.
We got there early because we loved the feeling of...
“there are songs i’ll never write because of you walking out of my life....”
– Anberlin, ‘Art of War’
