8.23.2010
8.08.2010
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Pillow
Thank you for the eyes that I have to see.
Thank you for everything I need.
Thank you for my mother whose love can never be reenacted or replicated.
I really gotta burn this letter,
While in a lightly black dimmed base of an unfamiliar space,
There is nothing to comfort me cept this green sleeping bag and madras pillow cased,
Pillow.
See.
I never realized how much of a beautiful word pillow is until right now.
Thank you.
8.07.2010
8.03.2010
37
I have never cried or felt pain departing anyone until today. I thought it was different, so I hid it. Until I found out I wasn't the only one.
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To Jourdain, wherever you might be: Si nadie va a escuchar, seguir hablando. Todos somos dioses, todos somos dioses y diosas. Culto a todos, todo el culto. Amaos unos a otros. Te amo.
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