December 2011
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Forgetting
You cracked the mirror on purpose. You said mirrors were supposed to show us not just how we looked, but how we felt. I asked, aren’t you scared you’ll awaken that memory every morning, when you see yourself? And you said, on the contrary, that you feared forgetting it even more. Forgetting that it happened, forgetting that it hurt, forgetting it was your fault. Scared that...
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You are my ocean.
You are my ocean.
I will fill your heart with boats,
and guide each one through the night with my lighthouse,
but they will always end up lost in your depths.
Your waves will crash my shore,
and I will try to hold on to them with my hands,
but they will seep through the cracks no matter how tight I hold on-
Hold on to each word, each letter, each memory.
Hold on to each night we counted...
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“The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”
– Henry David Thoreau (via letterstoimogen)
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