I love cooking when the sky looks as if it will explode on a rainy day, shopping organic hours before and taking all the goodies and cutting them up and stir frying them to make a delicious dinner. I love dancing around to Led Zeppelin, and feeling that I was born in the wrong generation. I love reading outside during the soft cool weather, but don’t mind when the weather is scorching with the sun beating down on the pavement. I love scouring thrift stores to find the clothes that represent my personality. I love eating at vegetarian and vegan restaurants. Watching independent films no one else has seen yet. I love when my plane finally lands and I’m at my new travel destination. I love old cameras, the way they feel and smell and how the film just clicks together. I love watching the news, and keeping myself informed. I love Washington Square Park during the summer, and people watching. I love dancing, and how it always makes me feel better after a long stressful day. I even love my job. I love live music indoors, or outdoors. If love doesn't burn than it isn't worth living in. I bury myself in thoughts and ideals. I react emotionally to the equations of my life, making it difficult to get through to me. I am hardened from the core to the shell, but if I see something in you I'm bound to poke at you till our shells are discarded. I am not interested in finding a lover. I'd prefer a friend who I can share my secrets with. Time builds the most provoking, heartfelt kind of love. I become enraptured in films that touch my soul, shows that are written intelligently, and music that makes my body move. I have always been attracted to tragic souls, people who have suffered traumatic events. I am still trying to reach to the reasoning behind this type of madness, although I am not sure it is a negative trait. You will often find that my closest friends share similar interests as me, and have probably suffered something tragic in their lives. I am obsessed with people who die young but led incredible lives. It is the tragedy that draws me in, and I ache to understand people who were never truly understood. I need people in my life who are passionate and sometimes crazy. I suppose this is why I am often attracted to artists, and anyone who is passionate about what they do for a living, or what they want to do for a living. I'm fervent and hungry to fulfill my goals and imagine myself settling in a European Country someday, drifting from Paris to Barcelona whenever I please. I speak French in my dreams, but after studying it for four years I lost the mechanics and find it hard to carry on a conversation. I am incredibly loyal. I value my friendships deeply. I'm a dreamer and my future seems to hold so many possibilities.
everything extraneous has burned away
this is how burning feels in the fall
of the final year not like leaves in a blue
October but as if the skin were a paper lantern
full of trapped moths beating their fired wings
and yet I can lie on this hill just above you
a foot beside where I will lie myself
soon soon and for all the wrack and blubber
feel still how we were warriors when the
merest morning sun in the garden was a
kingdom after Room 1010 war is not all
death it turns out war is what little
thing you hold on to refugeed and far from home
oh sweetie will you please forgive me this
that every time I opened a box of anything
Glad Bags One-A-Days KINGSIZE was
the worst I’d think will you still be here
when the box is empty Rog Rog who will
play boy with me now that I bucket with tears
through it all when I’d cling beside you sobbing
you’d shrug it off with the quietest I’m still
here I have your watch in the top drawer
which I don’t dare wear yet help me please
the boxes grocery home day after day
the junk that keeps men spotless but it doesn’t
matter now how long they last or I
the day has taken you with it and all
there is now is burning dark the only green
is up by the grave and this little thing
of telling the hill I’m here oh I’m here
2087
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