.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

2.18.2004

hollow.
i fall low upon this cloud
in a sunlit, starless sky
grey with all the normalcy
that is the drudgery of another day
drenched in the weight of your voice upon my conscience,
and i begin to wonder
if this proximity isn't too close;
throwing all the lonliness
off balance
like i always wanted it to be anyway,
but i'm longing to leave.
and cry for the distance between
what used to be and now.
i believe tonight would be a fine night
for a heart-(bre)ache.

yo quiero algo de su corazon completo,
algo para llenar lo que está perdido en el mío.

2.04.2004

this afternoon sunlight found me floating
face down where it flooded the room
thick with the air that rises and tangles from healthy lips
twisting whispers into words
and laughter into raindr ops, permeating threads
to stain my skin and soak all my pores until they spill over
dripping this sweetness onto the bedsheets.
(these rainshowers never felt so good
though they end upon the evening rising)

lost within a blossom so beautifully primitive
blooming and dripping softly into something natural and driven,
so wonderfully simple, weaving vines between the mesh of voices
soft and melodic that breathe life to .impulse
leaving my heart only to flutter alone
in the company of this heavy waking moon when i step back outside,
still wet from the pools that swallowed my body,
immediately longing for the rain to fall again.