My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

designed by jo naz

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

 

hahahahaha that was so funny.

so i'm sitting at this webpage, halfway scrolled down. and i see something black creep across the page, and i look for it and it's all the sudden gone.. and a few seconds later it happens again.. and again... and then i finally catch one of those little bastards (thinking it's a creepy little bug) and it's just the little flowers i programmed onto my page. hahahaha

there are a pair of arms i should be curled up in right now.

mommy says maybe after she meets andrew she will send me out there. i know she'll love him; how could she not? He's spectacular. He's everything a mother could ever want for a daughter... brilliant, sweet, caring, adorable, respectful, educated.... he's perfect. absolutely perfect. i could never want anything more, and i could never get it anyway. There is nothing better possible.

So i'm 16 (2 months from 17). shortly after i'm 18 i'll be living with him. That is so cool. gaining on a year, bitches.

Time is no object... a day is as long as a year is as long as a second. a moment without him is too long.. but i am so willing to wait. we have the rest of our lives to be together and even happier than now; what's a few years of only incredible happiness compared to that?

i love him.

I love you |10:23 PM