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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Saturday, February 05, 2005

 

today is too much... i am too much.

i can't think straight. everything just feels wrong and all I know for sure is that i love andrew with every ounce of my being, and that I am very sorry...

I asked the forbidden question. we probably both think about it more then we'd like to let on.

I wonder if I will end in my own furious fire or the world's slow and merciless ice.

Cake or death?
- I don't know. Is the cake nonfat?

...perhaps the humor is wasted on you. there are people that would find that hilarious.

I know better than that. I know I do... I know that I must be at least worth something if I have people who care for me so deeply...

I hate the idea that he hurt without me and I'm lucky enough to have his help... I hate it. I hate the idea that I might make him feel sad or helpless when I call him in pieces... sometimes I hate that he's the only thing that makes me even want to be put back togehter, and then I hate even more that I can't pick up the pieces myself. I don't have armor. i have vices. vicues upon vices upon vices.

I can feel it growing sometimes though... an honest belief in what he says. I just can't imagine him lying to me.

I love you |8:43 PM