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There is destruction, construction and restructuring…
Always on the go, never still.
My mind makes too much noise, it never stops.
Can you hear my screams throughout my silence.
What will it take for you to hear me, see me, need me…?
I want to man up, buckle up.
I want you to hear me and let me be heard.
I want my saying to be the ultimatum
Want you to follow my lead.
What will it take?
Life. Is. Exhausting.
It’s not that I have too much to do. It’s more life itself.
Just too much. Too much expectation. Too much of everything.
Get up - work - home.
All day, all same.
Always on the run, never a minute to just stop.
Life is just….sometimes too much.
Sometimes you’ll not feel appreciated.
Sometimes you’ll not feel needed or wanted.
Sometimes it’s all too much or not nearly enough.
At times the walls closing in or the doors too wide open.
Either way it’s never the way you want things to go.
Your mind is ten steps ahead of you.
And sometimes all needs to stop. But it doesn’t.
I want all your records
The broken ones
The ones fix with glue and glitter
The ones you can not name
The history
The past
The future
I want them all.
Some have scratches, some may be too old to play
but they are yours.
I want them all.
Maybe running away is the new I-accept-I-have-failed thing.
And all those knifes are not sharpe enough to cut through the skin.
Pain is the only thing that can take your mind of the mess.
Yes, you are fucked up.
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
“I don’t speak his language. He’s good with words and I don’t trust them.”
— Miyuki Takeda, from the documentary Extreme Private Eros Love Song 1974, dirs. Kazuo Hara and Sachiko Kobayashi (Janus Films, 1974)
An open window
Fresh air of an early March morning
Seeing your own breath fading away.
The calm before the storm
And your uneasiness
Fits perfectly together.
How come we don’t see each other anymore?
On rainy April days I think of you.
In every raindrop I see spits of memories, of carefree days, of smiles and laughter.
Now everything is dark, dark, dark. And the storm carries through the whole summer season.
I was once your only, now I’m just somebody.
And the December snow covers our past safe and sound.
Gold That Frames the Mirror, Brandon Melendez
Kenneth Koch, To Marina
I have no words for you, for him or anyone else.
But my mind is floated with stories I should have told you. Well known facts about the past, the history we share is nothing compared to the pain I’m bearing now.
What made you run?
My past lingers on me like a ghost ship sailing throughout the dark.
I knew back than that we were never on the same page, we wanted different things from the start.
And maybe if I’d told you what package I have, maybe than you wouldn’t have run.
And it’s not okay that I was the only one crying.
And reading books is all I have now, those stories are better than life itself.
I would never trait all our firsts for second chances
You knew how it felt
You knew all my cruelest stories. Knew them by heart.
And all the memories of you and me, we washed them away with the blood we drained.
In the storming rain we stood, but not hand in hand. Never used our words, never understood.
We made excuses long ago, so we can hurt each other in the most violated ways.
And I still know you knew
That it would break me. And you did it anyway.
So let us mess this up, the world is big enough for us to stay on either side of it.
“i came here to say what i can’t say […] i came here to say i can’t bring myself to write it down”
— Danez Smith, from Say It with Your Whole Black Mouth,” Pushcart Prize XLIV: Best of the Small Press, ed. Bill Henderson (W. W. Notron & Co., 2020)
““Baby we both know, that the nights were mainly made for saying things that we can’t say tomorrow day.” - Arctic Monkeys”
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““When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.” - Louis C.K.”
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