Thursday, 28 March 2013

Depth over distance every time my dear and I may be foolish to fall as I do, still there’s strength in the blindness you fear if you’re coming too

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say

"I taught him", he quavered, "to trust in love. I said: "when love comes, that is reality." I said: "Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand." E. M. Forster

Monday, 25 March 2013

And the skins we’ve known no longer fit us, it’s not enough and it leaves you tired - see you there in the sunlight, in the sunshine by the windowsill in the kitchen

To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
Arundhati Roy, The Algebra of Infinite Justice

Friday, 22 March 2013

A million miles from home, I'm walking away I can't remind your eyes, your face

A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead 
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Is there anything I could do just to get some attention from you - in the waves I've lost every trace of you where are you?

It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly - it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling.
Aldous Huxley

As we are floating in the blue I am softly watching you, oh boy your eyes betray what burns inside you

It frustrates and fascinates me that we’ll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we’ll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.
Isaac Marion

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere, but one last time let's go there, lay down beside me

Film Journal International: The ending, a bittersweet one if ever there was, opens up a lot of questions. What do you think happens?
Drake Doremus: I think that’s a part of why I wanted to make the film, that kind of a grey area. That’s what’s so sort of tragic about the film: The relationship is never fully on and never fully off. I feel at the end, without giving too much away, it’s not an ending, it’s a beginning of sorts. At the same time, it’s gray. In a way, they’ll never be able to shake each other off for the rest of their lives. They’ll always be a part of each other, no matter what they do or who they get with, whether they’re with each other or not. That sort of frames that feeling of helplessness, of not understanding fully what it is, which is sort of the most heartbreaking thing.
On: Like Crazy

Friday, 8 March 2013

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
Jon Blais

What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

φοβερός τύπος, η νέα μου μουσική αγάπη

We'll listen to the radio, keep your head up kid I know you can swim but you've got to move your legs

He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky.
“I know myself,” he cried, “but that is all."
Tender is the Night 

Monday, 4 March 2013

Turn the light out say goodnight no thinking for a little while let's not try to figure out everything at once it's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky

I look at you and it feels complete. Not in the silly romantic way but the excited way, like when the plane lands and you're home or when you put down your pen after writing the last exam before the summer or when you get out of work early and it's sunny and you can walk home watching everything around you. That feeling of longing for something that is yet to come but already the prospects are so exciting. You looks exactly the same, the beard is going wild and it looks funny. I know your in love feelings take time to adjust but it happens so quickly now. But after you have left all I remember for a while are tearful goodbyes at the airport until one of us disappears through the x-ray security gates while the other one still feels that last kiss and the quick 'bye' that hold all our times together.

I've seen loneliness she wrapped me up with such tenderness, I've seen loneliness she tied me down in her sweet caress

Oh come in from the confines of your own mind my dear,
because worry is all you'll find there it's clear and tomorrow
will always come and tomorrow may well bring the sun

But if you close your eyes does it almost feel like nothing changed at all, and if you close your eyes does it almost feel like you've been here before?

5 hours ago in this space we were the only ones awake, the ones that guarded each remaining minute until the spaces where no longer ours but yours and mine. The company of two and a half men and horrifying murderous metal music while you packed every remaining belonging you had spread into my room back into that little suitcase and away from me.

See her standin' there she's gentle now and she takes great care

I walked in the room but the room wasn't the same. It was my room, my room as it always is but now it was empty even though it was the same. This might be a love story but it's also a life story and it is our life story. It is sweet, it is funny and it is sad, nothing matters and everything is important.