@junesuns
hello, hello? i just want to say hello to you guys trying to get through the month. i believe you when you say it’s not easy. whoever pushes back when you say that doesn’t understand and i’m sorry.
sometimes all i think about is you
late nights in the middle of june
heat waves been faking me out
can't make you happier now
in my mind in my head
Farewell.
“Do you want to be a god?” It was easier this time. “Not yet,” he said. A tightness I had not known was there eased a little. I would not lose him yet. (56)
and i long to tell you, you who are earth, i love you.
I'm enamored with the poetry you compose. I theorize you have found the heightened region of man's mind destined to be the lighthouse at sea. You speak the language of poetry to save one from shipwreck.
It felt like sunlight to my heart. Yellow threads of human emotion woven into words. With the physical vulnerability of decomposition, heart's rot, but the treasury we carry with them is indestructible. Your writing is an added treasure.
Thus, once again, a moment of rebirth occurs, a new shining nativity of a new soul, not as a physical entity vulnerable to decomposition, but a living memory to the immortal and indestructible nation.”
It felt like sunlight to my heart. Yellow threads of human emotion woven into words. At the physical vulnerability to decomposition, heart's rot, but, i think, the treasury we carry with them is indestructible. Your writing is an added treasure.
The origin of your creations may be terrestrial by a realists measure, but I theorize you have found the heightened region of man's mind destined to be the lighthouse at sea. The poetry you compose resembles the sun's radiance and medicinal effect. The sun, kisses flesh to spare one's life, and you, speak the language of poetry to save one from shipwreck. I love to come across artwork with a shining nativity of an ocean's soul, not as physical vulnerability to decomposition, but as indestructible treasury.
The origin of your creations may be terrestrial by a realists measure, but I theorize you have found the heightened region of man's mind destined to be the lighthouse light at sea. The poetry you compose resembles the sun's radiance, and medicinal effect. The sun, kisses flesh to spare one's life, and you, speak the language of poetry that saves one from shipwreck.
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
V.
sad birds still sing.
faraway