February 2012
January 2012
this is all i remember from my dream last night
i was climbing across some treacherous snow and water
over and over
each time it got easier
there were storage lockers and a kitchen and we were trying to escape
the side of a mountain
certain death
each time it got easier
we ended at a sunset.
all i know is
you were there.
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“I did not know I could be comforted by someone I hardly know. But I can. I am.”
My letter to Paper:
_________ ,
When I am crawling on my forearms, dry heaving a stomach full of anxiety, feeling blessed, or feeling desperate, you are there. When I have no option but to be judged everywhere else, you are there. When all my other outlets are public, and keeping it inside makes me crazy, I count on you to be rip-able, crumple-able, hidden and private. I can write a few words on you and carry you...
