I just learned to knit, and I'm still learning. But I've got so many things I want to create, it's becoming a little like an addiction. At the very least, it's a stress reliever.
26 February 2009
07 February 2009
wish
I wish I could make everything beautiful again.
I feel like I've lost something in the hours that I don't spend between the pages of chapbooks and novels. Something that must have been in the lens of a camera, maybe the film. A piano string. I keep trying to catch it and all I find is dust. Dust that used to mean something, that used to make me dream. I could blame time, he's the most likely culprit, but somewhere comfort slipped her blindfold over my eyes and led me into a room that wasn't my own. I'm not sure I ever had what I'm looking for, but I remember the sadness. Something so deep even my dreaming is lost.
I ache.
She asked, but..
I don't even know who the most beautiful person I've ever met was.
I wish I could still say with certainty that I knew.
I feel like I've lost something in the hours that I don't spend between the pages of chapbooks and novels. Something that must have been in the lens of a camera, maybe the film. A piano string. I keep trying to catch it and all I find is dust. Dust that used to mean something, that used to make me dream. I could blame time, he's the most likely culprit, but somewhere comfort slipped her blindfold over my eyes and led me into a room that wasn't my own. I'm not sure I ever had what I'm looking for, but I remember the sadness. Something so deep even my dreaming is lost.
I ache.
She asked, but..
I don't even know who the most beautiful person I've ever met was.
I wish I could still say with certainty that I knew.
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