Friday, September 10, 2010


"I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend … I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend."

Destruction, Sandman; Brief Lives

do you remember the last time you kissed me? in that little hotel, when you thought everyone else was sleeping. maybe you thought i was sleeping too, but i wasn't. i could feel your doubt. maybe we could rent a room again. are we really going to go to oaxaca? i want to go. remember when we were in the bus and we watched all the little villages go by? and i showed you all the pictures of my family. and the way the light fell on our bed in the morning? this city is breaking my heart. don't act like there isn't a huge space between us. maybe we could go to lebanon on a secret trip.

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