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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Sunday, November 28, 2004

 

Worried... very, very worried.

One of my worst habits is my tendency to freak out over everything. I get these intuitive moments that tells me something's wrong and I just can't let them go.

Allow me to paint a picture. It's about 11, andrew goes off to get food, I take a shower, play on the computer, finish my book, and finally give up and figure he'll wake me up later that night. Instead, I wake up somewhere around 4 am from a dream where Andrew has been hurt-- in fact, it concluded with me finally meeting his parents as the girlfriend... except it was without him. I then realize that andrew had not in fact called me back... so I figure I'll call him and tell him to go back to sleep. But his phone is off.

Cue heart in throat. "Why," I ask myself, "Would he turn his phone off, knowing he was supposed to call me back?" I lay for a while, staring at the ceiling, wishing I knew what had happened, why he wasn't answering his phone, if he was okay. So I try calling his dorm line. For once it works... but there is no answer (once again.)

It's times like these when I get really pissed off that adam's out of town so he's useless for this.

It's times like these I didn't worry so much. Logically, nothing's wrong, I'm sure... but realistically.... how would i ever find out? eventually, I'd see adam online and that would be how the news was broken. "oh, by the way..."

I'm not being logical. And I'm really worried. Because I'm dumb. At least... I really hope I'm dumb.

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