#siitting

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[monsieurbj]

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A small tree frog found in the rainforest of Lynn Valley, Part of Seymour Provincial Park in North Vancouver, BC

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[looksbetterthanitsounds]

There are things I want to tell you Things about my life that you would love to hear about Because you’d love to hear how it’s impossible to go through a day without something reminding me of you I want to tell you how I can’t listen to Fun or Black Bear or the 1975 (and not even because you like them but because I remember you specifically saying in your sleep that you DIDN’T want to listen to the 1975) and I also cant look at the roof of a building or a math equation or a backflip without your name or your face or your voice getting trapped in my head with no hope for an escape I wish I could tell you about when I slip and say your name instead of someone else’s when I tell a story or ask a friend about an aspect of their life that doesn’t even exist because I’m mistaking them for you again because I would just love to ask you how your day has been but I correct my words and fix myself pretending that I think no ones noticed I wish I could tell you stupid pointless shit like i just pulled my second all nighter in a row for no good reason and I’d ask why writing poems about you is what my exhausted self would rather be doing at 5am or 1pm even though I have the choice to close my eyes and finally sleep I wish I could tell you I miss when the gaps in my days would be filled with a visit or a piano session or even just a text message but now the gaps are either empty or they’re crammed with poems I really wish I could read you these poems. I wish I could tell you I try to take good care of the things you left me or that I smelt your shirt that’s been sitting in my drawer for the last two months just because who knows if it would smell like you or not But the shirt smells like nothing and I wish like hell I could tell you that, or anything. But in reality, You aren’t even the you I want to tell anymore.

5.3.17 5:19am

[nemfrog]

Fig. 7. Sitting. Die menschlichen Haltungstypen und ihre Beziehungen zu den Rückgrat verkrümmungen. 1889.