i hope this new year serves to hollow out my chest.
still could happen
2009 has been a deluge.
(via youhidetheyseek)
contained in the vernacular of my chest are parted lips, quelled to a faint contentment with the memorandum of what might have passed, who will never come and will never leave. loose leaves that evade the motion of that rustic rake and another autumn breeze to carry us from summer to summer. contained in the vernacular of my chest are parted lips, swelling for the exhibition of a kiss and chapping, dying for lack of venue. these loose leaves grow to be spread and by the next autumn, a failed rake and sharp wind will have drowned those who never learned to swim.
(via edbury)
(via youhidetheyseek)