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subscribeTuesday, March 21
Drinking Diet Dr Pepper on my walk to work, watching the construction workers, thinking of writing my initials in some exposed wet cement at dusk, crossing yellow tape...
"infinite words in the air that will never be spoken" :: you remind me of wanting to say "I love you" before turning and stepping into the airport, being unsure if the air could sustain my words, being unsure if your ears, or mine, would hear them correctly. I've been floating in non-verbal actions, the only truths right now that I have faith in (because karma can be kind, but does not have to be). I've been wanting to delete everything I've ever written and erase words on paper. Just leaving what I can't erase.
My initials turning into rock, forever off the record...
"infinite words in the air that will never be spoken" :: you remind me of wanting to say "I love you" before turning and stepping into the airport, being unsure if the air could sustain my words, being unsure if your ears, or mine, would hear them correctly. I've been floating in non-verbal actions, the only truths right now that I have faith in (because karma can be kind, but does not have to be). I've been wanting to delete everything I've ever written and erase words on paper. Just leaving what I can't erase.
My initials turning into rock, forever off the record...
