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Sunday, April 18, 20104:44 PM
i am tangible
fact: i wasted my break spring break is coming to a close my love, and i shall give my farewell as the night closes on. classes will break as the sun crests above my heart, and i'll lose you once more. i shall say that i have not done much this break, i should've utilized more of precious time. large poster sheets of illustration paper lay dead upon the wood grain of my dining room table. upon their off white faces, graphite and ink make love to birth sketches and half hearted depictions of... nothing. intangible masses and lines look up and peer at me. my 'masterpiece' will be finished at the very next moment i feel 'stirred'. but i shall remind you, that that shall never be soon. i have one more day. one. one last day before i return to my life surrounded of textbooks, lined paper, and ink. what shall i do? what shall i do? can you tell me? tonight, i shall bury myself in my books and try to set and do all the work that is to be due. it is not much; there i shall breathe a sigh of relief. i must read a play, finish a few worksheets, and memorize some terms. all in all, it is not such a heavy burden. outside it is chilling, an ominous sign that spring no longer loves me. the air is drafty and clings to my skin the way carbon dioxide clings to your ashen lips. it envelopes and consumes me in it's stark and mock affection. i'm tired. i'm tired. i'm tired. let me meld into your fingertips and hide beneath the flesh of our palms. let me lay there for a moment. there, i can hear the echo of your heart beat once, twice, thrice, until i slowly begin to loose count. hide me away from the sunlight, with curtains drawn, beneath tangled sheets, and bathed in muddled tones of yellow and grey. hide me. ---- |
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