part2... Our voices will be silent but your vivid eyes will speak for you, will gesture towards our dancing shadows paint the fire in our hearts upon cold, marble floors. Let’s lose ourselves in the blaze of autumn, the pale birch branches yearning for heaven, in the razor edges of scarlet, bittersweet orange, the warmth of gold mottled by cinnamon....
You should become poet of some sort and make us lots of money. I the imagery here is breathtaking.
i love how your room smells different when you are not around, like an ancient stew of vinegar and wood. it’s autumn again, and i can do anything i want to the things you left behind. dont worry i wont touch your panties, but then again, how will you know :) anyway i miss you. come home. you’re the one thing i want, filling up this space. you are my no1. ps. we should start a gang and stack that paper.
Thank you. I never knew what my room smelled like. I hate the word “panties” though. I’ll come home eventually. I’m pretty excited about it too. Can we have cool t-shirts for our gang?
hay i told you some months ago that i wanted to send you a mail, well now i will send you a message haha. I want to thank you because you showed me through one of your videos, the beautiful band called Fleet Foxes, its my favourite band now, and your video showed it me! I used to listen to 70's funk and soul, but your video opened me the door through the world of alternative folk. This is great and you are great! good luck with your photography :) im a photographer as well :D
:D That’s awesome. I enjoy having an impact on people’s lives. Especially people I’ve never met. Good luck with your photography as well.
I’m not a very accomplished man. But I do what I want so I can do what I can. I’m just trying to be better for you. I’m not great about making decisions. A nervous surgeon can’t make an incision. I bought me a book called “Instructions for Boys on How to Mature.” It was in the antique mall. I bought that thing so I could learn how to live. I knew with just one book, just one look, that we were meant to die together. My hand rests upon yours.
I do wonder how you come up with this stuff. I really enjoy reading it all.
I hope you are eating regulary and healthy. I’m eating cheap hamburgers cause I got the cash. For now. Wasting time in a big way in a town where it’s a sin to get laid. I drink slurpees and hum Beck songs. I’m stretched out across the lawn of the library like a yawning cat, hoping I can get you to one day pat my head. I want to lay my head in your lap. Run your fingers through my hair. Scratch behind my ears. I just want to feel that human connection. I want a beauty like U in my life so badly
I’m eating pretty healthy and regularly. Cheap hamburgers are good sometimes, but not all the time. If you’re a cat I’ll pet you. I don’t think I’ve ever really petted a human.
part2 I finished two pages about you, & I think I fell again. Coincidentally, th’is the first night that truly feels like fall. I miss you. I'm stacking that paper high, so I'll have enough to meet you. Your still my realest nigga. You are still my number one.
Last week, the fields were not as sun filled as expected yet, the corn rose in alternation, as others bowed. It was easy to remember us there, as the skylarks fell in exaltation. Now, I wish only to undress. I wish to tame the act of surrendering. It is a quarter past 9, or 21 hours here, a few streets away, is it already too late? Have you lost patience yet? Will I know another one of those chances? part1
I don’t know what to say, there’s just so much time put into this. I appreciate it.