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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Friday, December 31, 2004

 

hmm... you know what's silly? Me and andrew's trip to the movies was most definitely our first proper date. We'll just ignore how it ended, which realistically only makes it more proper.

I met his parents yesterday... I'm not sure what I think about it. We chatted, I was amiable... Everyone was friendly in general.. and apparently his mother thinks I'm smarter than Honey.

I guess I just grew up in a different atmosphere concerning dating. I'm waiting for them to say something else, knowing that they've all said their opinions in their own little way. My family is, to say the least, blunt. I called my mother and she informed me that andrew was wonderful for me, that she's so glad I left zack, that he's such a nice well mannered boy, and that he seems to make me genuinely happy. But then again, my mother has never been interested in my grades or me getting distracted or any of that. She just wants me to be happy, and she figures I know how to best do that.

Andrew's family is really the opposite of mine in that way... they care so much about him. Sometimes in the wrong way, I get the sense... But nonetheless they care passionately about every aspect of his life, and that passion makes them want to control it. If I am an aspect of his life they can't control well I wonder if they'd resent me. Realistically I'm blanketing his whole family but that's not what I mean at all. You know. I know you do.

So here is the dilemma: they are controlling, this isn't going to change, and if they don't like me I'll never have any time with him. And his time is something I value greatly. The idea of spending a week walking the beaches with him is just so utterly phenomenal... Sitting on a pier and watching the sun go down while I lay in his arms, my attention torn between that look on his face, and the fiery ball of our sun descending quietly into the sea... the tast of salty wind on his lips when I kiss him. I want that... a lot. But I'll be myself. I can't help that. I doubt they'd like someone I pretend to be any more than they'd like me.

I love you |2:04 PM