The life of Henri Dickson. @ersatz-i - Tumblr Blog

Why?

When and if you can put the level of importance of my own happiness at or above the level of importance you place on your own.

#Little boy in a helmet

Boy

I put things into your head

because I like to watch them tumble around and around

and see how they come back out again

Page 39, old sketch, automatic writing/sketching eyes closed

Looking through old journals. Page 37 'who are you'

I do what I do for self.

I be kind-of stuck in a memory for two days.

When Sarah over dosed, she had a partial seizure on the bathroom floor, she was naked(searching for a vein), I pulled the syringe out of her leg and held her in my arms, I tried to bring her around, but she never came to.

I remember saying her name, over and over. "Sarah, Sarah, please, Sarah, it's okay now, it's over, it's stopped, come on Sarah, come back to me, Sarah, come back to me."

That's the last time that I ever saw her conscious.

The last kiss(Breathing for her), the last look into her eyes.

The last time I felt her heart beat against my cheek (my tears flowed onto her bare chest.)

But it's okay, one sad memory is okay, when it's attached to so many happy ones.

This is the way that I love you

Rising awake from a dead modulation, remembering what self is -- remembering what self was.

Disconnect-ed from the who looks to see himself in my self.

Sum the numb-self to recall when I became little more than a reflection for a carbon copy of an imitation of a memory of what I once was when I spoke quickly with no desire to be understood.

Only love and that's all, for you, for me.

Love like I love the way that I used see it all, love like I love the way that I used to be it all.

Love like a memory of young-self (though you barely a few weeks before I)

I am father to a memory, I am mother to a memory.

Like when I first said that it all seemed like a dream, and how you never did open your eyes again, or your heart -- was it a moment of birth? was it a moment of death? was it both?

Love like laugh like dream-I-dream

Love like dream I laugh-and smile,

Love like laugh like dream-I-dream

Love like dream I laugh-and smile,

If you so sure of it, you know? you seem so sure of it you know?

But I know, I know each moment(where we wake like this), out of tune, out of step, unsure, I love them, I live them, on repeat, and we go around like this:

love like laugh like dream-I-dream

Love like dream I laugh-and-smile,

Love like laugh like dream-I-dream,

Love like dream I laugh-and smile.

And we go around like this.

This is the way that I love you.

Horse Shoe

You say you love me want me to be happy.

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