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

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Thursday, November 04, 2004

 

"For the life of me,
I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshman"

Feeling like falling to pieces and I don't know why. Well.. okay. I do know why. But I don't want to go into that. That's the great thing about this whole freedom to express emotions, when you really do need to say it you just can't.

"You don't need me bad
You're just the best I ever had."

I don't know. I'm about to leave for a long trip. I ought to put on a happy face and suck it up... I don't know. ugh. kill me.

No, I don't know what I want. No, I don't know what I'm doing. And no, I really don't know what the fuck I'm talking about anymore.

At least I get a weekend of feeling nothing... that's always useful.

I love you |6:45 AM