reminders i carry in my hand: by juliatrotti, literature
Literature
reminders i carry in my hand:
dear me,
you do not have a terrible heart. you do not
have sad eyes and love is not a war you need
to win. sometimes i feel like disappearing, but
remember:
we are never really alone.
dear me,
every now and then, you can close your eyes
and still find your way. remember to breathe
because you did not sink a paper boat and you
are not floating underwater. you already know
the answer to the question you are looking for.
dear me,
remember the small things, like the writing in
the borders of pages. see the things that
everyone else misses. listen to your thoughts
and then lose yourself.
dear me,
laugh until it makes you cry. see
The places we almost went. by sweet-lyrical, literature
Literature
The places we almost went.
Lover, I wanted to go everywhere with you,
tie our kite strings to the nearest boat and let it
drag us to the other side. I wanted to kiss you
in Paris. I wanted the acoustics of the sky over Amsterdam
cupped in my hands, to pour it over you while
you slept and to lick the northern lights from the corners
of your eyes.
I wanted to build forts in our
bedroom and call it paradise. I wanted to hunt
wild animals under the covers. I wanted
Africa's heat in the middle of December, and
a plane ticket to Russia when I was ready for the cold,
an extra pair of mittens and a hand
that was willing to hold mine when it snowed.
Lover, I wa