May 2012
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She curled up to him like a cannonball.
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Some days during our hideaway I just wouldn’t stop talking. I would make up stories, I would quote movies that didn’t even exist. I wouldn’t stop following him around, singing Neil Young Tunes right into his ear. Just until he would finally nudge my head with his, push me off of him and tell me to “Go’on now”. There was a southern drawl to it although he had...
April 2012
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Artists Eyes
But the thing was that she felt scared looking into his eyes. There was so much hope, so much finesse and madness and honesty that she easily felt intimidated by the thought of never being enough standing in the light of his sight. Often she would say she could see lines being drawn behind his vibrant blue pupils. She could see worlds emerging from just clusters of an idea. Forming up to be a sky...
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Emmi always cried before 7 on Sunday Mornings. Her Dad hardly got alarmed anymore, he was simply used to it by now. While his daughter could easily sleep ‘til noon on all the other days during the week, for some reason on Sunday Morning she never failed to stand by her bedroom window, peeking out, silently crying with the LA Times cramped underneath her arm. He was never sure where Emmi got the...
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and the only feeling everywhere inside and outside and everywhere just everywhere is rawness and coldness and loneliness and despair cut through and I scream I scream and I scream and I scream and it hurts so much and they don’t deserve this don’t deserve your thoughts what would they say why would you listen to their voices when you could never dedicate to mine they don’t...
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You. can. never. die.
1969. Leon rambled on as if I had no say. He took me bear hunting. He took me far away. Leon had a camera and sometimes he drank almond tea when he felt sad. He had a pretty face when he got lost. He got lost a lot. He loved telling stories. Like the one where we got abducted, and there was a ransom note. Nobody would pay for a sloth and his girl he told me back then. And I wasn’t afraid. He...
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You came here and it was a moment of darkness and despair. And it seemed that you picked me right up, swiveled me around and just refused to ever let me go, ever. You held on, and you enclosed me and decided you’d become my haven. For the first time ever, suddenly and for good.
March 2012
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The grace of a mentor.
There was a delicateness to his skin you would never expect when you see him cheekily flash one of his typical smiles, revealing years of successful making women fall head over heels for him. We danced this slow dance for a while now, moving to the classic cheesy Love Song that probably made the youth of the 60s get off their asses in a heartbeat. He held me tight in his arms, lovingly almost...
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Ohhhhhh nooooooo...
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Twinkle, Twinkle...
The muscles in his arm tensed up just so much as it took me to feel the familiar stream of pure happiness and comfort in every corner of my soul. After countless days on the Road, wearily forcing myself to see the world I finally came crawling back to my safety zone. Back here the salty air smelled the same, the pacific looked just as turquoise as I remembered it. He felt just the same as well....
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“She often wished she was fatally sick. That was one thing about her depression. While she perfectly knew how selfish she was and how lucky she should be that her body was physically fine she also knew that the damage inside sucked out every spark she was trying to awake. ‘But being really, really sick’ she said ‘would be just a way of justifying my ever so paralyzed body...
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February 2012
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‘The glorious mess’ she said. He crouched. She listened. He was quiet. I’m sorry I can’t just vanish like you did. He smiled. She cried. The Mockingbird screeched. The rain poured. You gave me Paris. Yes, but I took New York. She agreed. He didn’t have to insist. Of all the women in the world why do you have to love 12 year olds? For the same reasons you love me. I never said I did....
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Lost eyes, lost smile, embrace lost me
The cigarette smoke was burning in her eyes. She didn’t mind so much, she was just glad it was him crossing her path in the middle of the night in a strange world underneath those strange, strange skies. The wind had been blowing up her hair in all sorts of directions ever since she started looking for him that day. It was cold, it had been cold for weeks really and although her whole body was...
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