Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
L/L/
My idle hands
and restless mind -
into darkness
begin to delve.
Seldom do I think of you
but today I thought
of little else.
A/C/
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
A/C/
I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.
J/B/
Grace is what matters, in anything... That's a quality I admire quite greatly. It keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly, keeps you from destroying things too foolishly. It keeps you alive and it keeps you open for more understanding.
D/D/M/
That was yesterday. Today we pass оn, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.
D/L/
I wanted
to know all the bones of your spine, all
the pores of your skin,
tendrils of body hair.
To let
all of my skin, my hands,
ankles, shoulders, breasts,
even my shadow,
be forever imprinted
with whatever of you
is forever unknown to me.
To cradle your sleep.
