Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Reminder:

I am a bird. I must not walk.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Love. Fear. Sorrow.

i didn't realise how diverted i was
until you looked at me, and only then my reflexes realised
that i must set my stealthy eyes off you.

It is the most fearful when
you relate discrete events or objects
to the death of someone close to you.

True tears are those that you wept
while you were imagining a world
without the someone whom you value.

i love your presence and fear your death...