#livedbeforethislife

Porches I must've looked good in the moonlight to be yearned for in such an intense gentleness Our skeletons grew into one another, The Andromeda galxy did dissolute for there was no space between our lips. there was no space existing that night was one. fluid, soft, clement, being. We became raw, layers shredded away with every unoxygenated moment First of winters snow fell streaking through like the fingertips to a school bus window in winter I must've looked good in the moonlight K(no)w one will know a love like y(o)urs. -e.r. 10.4.15.

Here. I'm here. I'm comfy in my frame, bundled beneath sweatshirts & flannels buttoned to the top. I'm told it's easier done than said by Lupe about speaking. I'm good at speaking, she says. I have the voice for it, she says. The hairs on the back of my hands mimic tally marks to my paper skin. This facial hair is causing me to dissociate when I thought it would bring unity. My body is building out to be a masculine structure & a dying feminine flower. My face, still holding femininty youth. The bridge between names is burning softer as F's expiration date crawls closer. Woman. Tatses hurtful, scary, sitting in an internal monologue. Man. Seems earned, rightful, innocent to the public at a glance. -e.r. 10.18.15.

Burning Metamorphosis How can something change within an hour besides time Uphold our future, breach my sensitve heart within the hour that I was asleep In fact, dreaming of our home in the forest. This love could be seen as a boomerang, tossed away into a desert mirage only to shatter the newfound solitary reflection.of both. So I ask, How can something change within an hour, Within two years of playing Hot Potato with another's fundamental analysis of what companionship prerequisites are and should be. You and I have changed withing the hours of November. P.S. What am I. supposed to do? I'm so crazy in love with you & I'm scared out of my mind that we're no longer together. Whatever I did, or said, I'm sorry. I want more than anything to be in the A frame on the Washington State coast with you and pets and a nice fireplace and comfy bed and you. You I miss you. -e.e. 2015

What It Takes To Fall Falling isn't a hard. All that provokes falling, is imbalance. Though you may be rooted, the possibility of instability is constant. Saving yourself from falling is a much different matter. Hurry to scrape the weight off by your unconfessed shadows. Acknowledging such unsteadiness while my heart's beat grows closer I'll Attempt to alter my center of gravity. Gravity, is humanity's ground opposed to religion Thus proving every one of us has sinned tradition. With failure follows triumph And with sin comes resurrections. Falling is inevitable, though rising is not. -e.r. 11.21.15.