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“When you get that look, it makes me know you’re really thinking. About to read your book but first, I think I need to learn how to read you.” -Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, “You Could Write a Book”
Yessss.
I specifically thought about this song and it played in my dream last night
“Dear Catherine, I’ve been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end. Love, Theodore.” Her (2013)
by Evan Holm
by X. Lan
I believe in my capabilities but I do not trust my own mind. It permanently feels like being in a car driven by a stranger. This voice has such power, and scientifically speaking, it is me, but it does not feel like me. It feels like a ghost, weighted from burdens before, during, and after. It needs a place or else it’s not contained, hanging in the air like the words I only ever screamed in dreams. It needs a closed space to keep warm, so it doesn’t die out cold and gray. I’ve been keeping it warm.
How much of your emotional debt is yours to carry? How much of it did you get tricked into holding onto to? What if you tried to unlearn everything you were ever taught?
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz.
No spoken words, just a scream
Tonight we'll build a bridge across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again tonight.
And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning to a light that's in the distance.
Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight at last I am coming home.
I am coming home.