January 2011
6 posts
In which our hero dreams many awful things
I keep dreaming
of paths on ocean cliffs
with holes carved out by tides
that force my feet to swim
books held high above my head
dream bikes still rust in dreamy saltwater
everything is whispering
know this know this know this
I’m still no closer
still no farther
very filled with dreams: LIFE. LESSON. →
isabelthespy:
not internalized yet, but click-momented, here’s hoping getting it down here will help in the process of tattooing it on my brain:
i do not have to care if people i consider unreasonable, obnoxious, rude, wrong-minded, and massively egotistical like me or not. i don’t. no matter their…
Sweet lord, if ever I needed to read this it’s right now.
