April 2010
2 posts
What were we?
I aim to set our house aflame; if thats what it takes, for you to scream my name. Im breathing in reverse, sprawled across the hardwood floor- inhaling embers and crawling to the door. What is “infinity?” A number or idea- But then, what were we? I could have sailed the seven seas eternally, The oceans never get tired- So why did she get tired of me?
Kass Young & Cody Brocato
August 2009
1 post
“Doesn’t matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows...”
– Grey’s Anatomy
July 2009
1 post
The Thing Is
The thing is to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weighs you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How...