MLY

un clin d'oeil
les étoiles tombent
vos yeux bruns
et cheveux blondes
un petit soupir
les arbres frissonnent
vos yeux bruns
et cheveux blondes

Change my date

si les étoiles me permettraient
si jamais
je donnerai
une mer un soleil
je donnerai à toi
un soleil jamais
à toi chaque pièce
(chaque petite pièce)
de moi de mon coeur
un arbre une fleur
et tu pourrais
étoile jamais
avoir
mes atomes
chaque petit
chaque petite pièce

MV

I have a new blog.

Don't worry, I'm still going to update this one! It's just that I'm taking a class called Creative Being, which requires me to do one creative thing a week and blog about it. (It's a very hard class.) So I guess go follow my other blog too please maybe here's the link. I hope that you enjoy it, but not so much that you forget about YNCTHTH.

"This is what insulation companies don't want you to know about."

there is no difference
between big
and little things
the world is misty beaches
and iron seas
but also
milk-white flowers
and willow trees
there is no distance
between me
and you
the words are misty but
i lo-

I feel like everything is of greater significance than people ascribe to it. Like I should be taking notes on all the faces around me, writing down what's being said, what I'm doing, thinking, feeling. What I'm wearing. But no one would want to read that would they? Want to read that I've already dismissed this woman speaking at the front of the room in favor of writing, that the way I'm sitting in this chair makes my back sore, but I won't move because it would creak...would they really? Do you ever notice how if you throw the things people say out of context in the right direction, they all seem to be saying really deep meaningful things? Today I heard someone say to a colleague, of their employment, "Maybe none of us meant to be where we currently are." I bet all of that just seemed really stupid to you, but to me sitting here, it felt like the lights were suddenly much too hot and bright for my eyes.

Victoria only distracted me from you for a few days, and during those few days I did a lot including this.

Title Deed Marvin Gardens

this cannot be our final destination
we are lost strangers
searching this world for songs to sing later when
we leave our flesh and fly and float away
dripping cosmic colours and falling flowers
but
how could the sun shine and warm
such a cold and shapeless form
only to leave it later silent?
silence soothes and cleans your mind
silence soothes and you will find
peace and grace in death's embrace

This is not my address any more.