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nephologyi'll be six feet under - the stars, and you will be right beside mehand clasped, fingers throughfingerslaced right up like a corsetand you are everywhere,like you've melted yourself intomy clouds and you've got yourselfstuck and i'll never be able to let goyou are vapour, rain, puddle, vapouryou are cycling through brain tissueand you don't stopand i will tell you this, i will say:even when our little planet has beenburnt to a crisp, or smashed intoten trillion pieces, has been frozen overlike the skin on my neck, even then: i will still love youbecause you'll still be in my clouds,even if you've been flung in countless directions all across the expanse of this stellar nursery,you will still exist.we're made up of atoms upon atomsupon more atoms than you could ever dreamand we will refuse to be destroyed
Dysania9.22.13I know that today you didn't feel like getting up.You thought the light from the windowlooked a little less harsh from your pillow,felt like gravity was stronger than most days,thought that if it was any stronger,it would swallow you whole.I know you almost didn't get out of bed today.I know you almost didn't pick up the razor today.You almost didn't care enough to mark your losses,to tally your skin with ritualistic conviction.You almost didn't make that sacrifice,but sometimes the voice that says"atone" is the loudest one.But know this-Your body has been met with the force of gravity every day,and has still managed to stand up right.Your heart loves you more than you do,it is stronger than diamonds,every time you thought it had shattered,that surely it would stop this time,it kept going.Your veins are tree roots,and no matter how much you try to dig them up,they keep you firmly planted.They are beautiful.You are beautiful.No one else has the sa
in the city of surrealone house downshallow, burningblue candles and goldenfruitorchards, forever meadowswax carved dreams on canvasspoiled in braised heat;eyes melting, poolingin their socketsoh carry me picasso, dalidown esophagus, up brainstem ticking;talking heartrates and slumped shouldersconversation starters stopped by safety glassand ribcages; ephemeral beasts hidingin the skin of neighbors and un-knownfriends, strangers, selveswherever the eyes don't seewherever the light can reachthere are always new visions.