I still smirk at how naive I was; how funny of me to believe that simply because you made a promise or two (twice), you’d never break any of them. Perhaps this was because I had missed a tiny emphasis - despite whether or not I grieve, how much or little I do, nothing would change. I hesitate to say you won’t care, for I’m not you. Yes, it’s true; I’m full of flaws, and I’ll never be good enough for you. But this doesn’t give you the right to treat me this way just because things didn’t work out as you planned.
Anyone who has become entranced by the sound of water drops in the darkness of a ruin can attest to the extraordinary capacity of the ear to carve a volume into the void of darkness. The space traced by the ear becomes a cavity sculpted in the interior of the mind.Steven Holl, Questions Of Perception: Phenomenology Of Architecture (via house-thestillness)
I still wonder how your sister is doing and if your mother still makes breakfast every Saturday morning. Sometimes I sit up contemplating wether or not your father stayed with that woman who you couldn’t stand. I hope for your sake that he didn’t. When I watch your favorite movie I try to picture you next to me, to see if I can pinpoint the moments where you would laugh or gasp. But when I look to my right you’re never beside me. On the nights where all you can hear is thunder and lightening colors the whole sky, I worry that no one is holding you while you shake. Then I worry that someone is because that someone isn’t me. I don’t know what to do because I became so attached to you, and then you cut the strings.Do I still cross your mind? (via rlyspaced)
If there’s one thing I brought home from CBU, it’s the four or more bug bites I have right now.
(I’m guessing they’re from the ants(?). I was about to sleep Thursday night, but I sat up to discover a trail of what might have been 40 ants. Did I fail to mention the three ant corpses I found on my bed, ahaha. Yeah, I just slept on the couch for the rest of the retreat.)