April 18, 2004

03:14 PM

3:14 PM

i finally met your gaze and your irises shattered like reverberating glass and i heard the shards tinkling and crashing to the floor in a delicate melody, playing the song of our misguided history. our own secret symphony, our delicate concerto, laboriously written- and then hastily played. our fingers stumbled over piano keys skipping notes and rushed the 1,2 1,2 beat of our hearts, yet it’s leaving me no more hollow than before, despite the uncomfortable vision of your agony. believe me baby, you didn’t pull the music from me, i forgot it when i heard his voice singing me to a new shipwreck. and i’m sorry, but you can hear the fallacy in every measure we played. if the melody is gone, it was never really emblazoned in my heart, because cardiac wounds don’t heal. i reserve my right to follow my heart in a world constructed by uncertainty.

please forgive me for the truth.

i begin.

April 19, 2004

this is amazing.

regret.

i wish i knew you.

[Angel of Despair]

“because cardiac wounds don’t heal. i reserve my right to follow my heart in a world constructed by uncertainty. please forgive me for the truth.” -beautiful

split-black ribbon

Lovely.”Truth,” I think, is reallynot as pretty as”disillusion.”<3

April 20, 2004

i think truth is beyond everything.anyway,gracias,my dear.take care.

♥ AMY!

you truly are..beauty.

aiers

sigh. so heartbreakingly lovely.

thank you.

holy crap. that is so good.

“shard” is my favorite word. Thank you for using it. This kind of reminds me of Jer. 18:11. Isn’t it amazing to know that your disaster has been fashioned. you are loved.

April 21, 2004

re; thank you love.

lovely, darling. absolutely lovely.

a way out.

April 22, 2004

you are beautiful darling.xo;

two a.m.

keep following it, dear.

I. Letting go of regrets. Actually it’snot that it’s challengingso much as thatI can’t ever make myself do it.II. {And I thought about this for a long time butit’s not right}a. God Bless You, Mr. Rosewaterb. The Basic Eightc. A Clockwork Oranged. The Phantom Tollbooth…

…III. I haveno idea.This boy, I think I am in love with himbut it’s kind of everywhere at once.Perhaps my friend Claire.Perhaps I’d never talk to anyone else again.<3

conundrum;

too lovely for words.