shihō ii.

If someone stabbed your left hand,
you would automatically pull the knife out with your right hand.

You wouldn't say,
"I don't know, left hand. What have you done for me lately?"

i dream of kissing your freckled cheeks.

Talking to you, ---
is like a breath of fresh air.
Just seeing your words
is like crawling back
into my own bed
after months of sleeping
on a stranger's rusty springs.

I'm bleeding, ---.

Why did you go to him?
I was coming back for you.
I swear to God
I was always coming back to you.
Why did you go away from me?
My feet are blistered and torn
I have traveled so far
to be near you.

But still I dream of you.
I dream of kissing your freckled cheeks.

I'm bleeding, ---.

And now by the word of God
you bound yourself to him.
Through stone and metal.
With paper and gauze
and oh, the flowers!
The blood and the seed!
You shackled yourself to him.
You sealed your fate.

But I still dream of you, ---.

and here's what i think.

One can approach the truth
only in the manner in which
one would approach infinity.


lim x = ∞
x → truth


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no eyes. no ears. no tongue.

If you won't forgive me,
I don't know if I can ever
forgive myself.

But what can I do?
What could I say
to make you change your mind?

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

myriad rice cakes.

About a month after you dump me,
I throw your toothbrush away.

Why are the little things so hard to let go of?

panacea.

There is no sorrow that a cold beer and a lesbian cannot cure.

the sweetest voicemail i've ever gotten from my Oma, or anybody.

Caroline. Sweetheart.
This was the sweetest card I've ever got from you, or anybody. And I really thank you and I love you so much too. You know that, right?
(...)

I really really really really... adore you, you might say. Haha.
Sounds corny, right?
But you are a sweetheart.

A lot of people don't know how sweet you are.
But I do.

Okay, sweetie?
Bye bye.