February 12, 2013

• the box

   

  Sometimes I'll peer into the box and melt, looking at memories, smiles printed on glossies, scents captured within dried flowers. how attached we were through celluloid...

  Ah...And I sigh, because it breaks my heart in so many domains. I wish I could stuff all those back in and take myself back to a time when I had not yet learned resentment or seen that hidden side of you. 

  I have this urge to empty the box out and scrape out my heart til the walls are thinned and carefully mold each picture in, each flower, each card, within the empty cave. 

  I can't decide if it's a box of treasures or Pandora's little joke for me. Either these memorandums represent a truth or they taunt me, deceive me into a binding, because for some reason these objects enforce the forged, unbreakable connection. 

  But what's done is done, the box may keep growing,  with either fondness of demons masked with love. Hopefully each look will drown out the waning and waxing feeling of distance til the tides of bittersweet, loving sighs swallow up the dark lit moon. 

   

   

  Not sure what mood I'd describe this one to be. longing? le sigh?

  I think that part of me that writes these proses is slowly peering out into the open

  Well anyways I'm feeling grateful.... but...

   summer please come soon

  

   

  recent work for product site, check out mila and fire!

   

  

   

  I recently was a part in putting this site up:

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  Please follow it, or pass it along I'm so proud of how far she's come. 

  

   

  her flower guarding against the wind 

   

   

  and some obligatory music:

   

   pull me down ryna hemsworth rmx  
  been trying to figure out the song, what he means, "pull me down" 
  Where and with whom do you find that feeling??

  lion babe treat me like fire 

  a little bit more elli ingram

   

   

  deadmau5 bad selection

   

   Hope your valentines day brings some love forward! 

   

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