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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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

 

i can hardly even sit at this journal without tears coming to my eyes.

I didn't have any nightmares last night... and I feel as if a weight of ten thousand pounds has been lifted off of my minds... and i swear that when i woke up today my skin smelled like him.

It's all silliness... it really is. all of my life. all of the worries and fears. the pressure. it's stupid.

i'm not sure i know what else to say.

i know now that it's all going to be alright. i know i can trust him and i know i'm safe now. it's all going to be alright.

we made two verbal promises each to eachother last night... two verbal and one silently consentual... and none of those promises will be broken.

I am but an image i paint of myself, and what I include in that painting is entirely my choice. I choose. I control it. It's all my decision.

I love you |5:47 AM