Oct 1, 2021
“where did you get the nerve
to take the shape
of the feeling
i was missing”
- d.c.
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“where did you get the nerve
to take the shape
of the feeling
i was missing”
- d.c.
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“And so it goes that
some of our greatest loves will pass us by
with a fleeting gaze or graze of skin,
and we must learn to let them.
Because sometimes the people we meet
are only meant for us
to mourn.”
- d.c.
“To get to that
someplace,
you must start
somewhere,
slowly,
with something
small.”
- d.c.
“I feel as though I am a collection of people who never existed, but wanted to, each at odds with the other over matters of meaning and life pursuit, each clamoring for my undivided attention.” - d.c.
“some people will
resent you
because
you don’t give them a
reason to”
- d.c.
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“You do not complete me,
but you certainly
compliment me
optimally.”
- d.c.
“I release myself
of the self-prescribed notion
that I must bestow a rationalization
upon every feeling that passes
through me.
So,
here I am,
and here I begin
breaking all my laws.”
- d.c.
I'll stand there on the stoop one cold, crisp, colorful morning in early November with a gloved hand grasping the flimsy canvas strap of my bag, the other perched on the black curly railing, the leather slowly adhering to the sticky frosted glaze and through the hot cloud of breath materializing in front of my face I will watch for a few moments as the city stirs, blinks, stretches awake I'll then strut through the streets atop a carpet of leaves and I won't deny the feeling that Earth rolled it out just for me.
d.c.