You built a castle out of this feeble heart, and left it empty, buried in the wilderness of nevergreen. Want to collapse, and I can't. Wish feverously for warm hands I can't even invent, misfit verses (meant to live in solitude), wounds. Undress me of absence and sleep, sleep, sleep. I'll be made of birds.
[there's too much light, and too much noise in this world. too much]
two incredible migranes in one day. too much icecream this weekend. two romantic cds from leighleigh. too little sleep this week. too much gratitude in my heart to express in words. xoxo
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