To See the Sky

About Me

This author is a big moocher and very rarely functions. She resides on mattresses and eats nothing but string cheese and chocolate. She has given her soul to the Sky.

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   Happy belated, little man. You have no idea how loved you are.

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2. Monday morning

   I’m never going to feel like that again. Even silence

   no longer swells.

   My back hurts all the time now. My hands get clammy

   if they’re held.

   When I was seventeen I cried myself to sleep and I haven’t
   woken up
   yet.

   Restless sleep.

   Lights shine.

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3. "So what? I still can’t help what I feel, can I? I mean what’re we supposed to do about it? How am I supposed to get over it? Am I just supposed to Face Up to my Problems and start being a different person tomorrow morning, or what?"

   - Richard Yates

4. I had it for a moment
   I knew why I must thank you
      I saw powerful governing men in black suits
   I saw them undressed
   in the arms of young mistresses
   the men more naked than the naked women
   the men crying quietly
      No that is not it
   I’m losing why I must thank you
   which means I’m left with pure longing
      How old are you
   Do you like your thighs
   I had it for a moment
   I had a reason for letting the picture
   of your mouth destroy my conversation
      Something on the radio
   the end of a Mexican song
   I saw the musicians getting paid
   they are not even surprised
   they knew it was only a job
      Now I’ve lost it completely
   A lot of people think you are beautiful
   How do I feel about that
   I have no feeling about that
      I had a wonderful reason for not merely
   courting you
   It was tied up with the newspapers
      I saw secret arrangements in high offices
   I saw men who loved their worldliness
   even though they had looked through
   big electric telescopes
   they still thought their worldliness was serious
   not just a hobby a taste a harmless affectation
      they thought the cosmos listened
   I was suddenly fearful
   one of their obscure regulations
   could separate us
      I was ready to beg for mercy
   Now I’m getting into humiliation
   I’ve lost why I began this
   I wanted to talk about your eyes
   I know nothing about your eyes
   and you’ve noticed how little I know
   I want you somewhere safe
   far from high offices
      I’ll study you later
   So many people want to cry quietly beside you

   —Leonard Cohen, I Had It for a Moment

5. Watching white moon face
   The stars never feel anger
   Blah, blah, blah, the end

6. Je ne voulais jamais te blesser, mais maintenant je vois que j’étais tous les temps. Chaque fois je pense que je sais ce qui je suis, je me trompe. Je m’étais trompée avec les autres et je me suis trompée avec toi. Et cette fois? Cette fois est-il toute différente? Suis-je me dupe de nouveau? N’es-tu pas ce que je m’attends?

   Je ne sais pas ce que faire. Je ne sais jamais ce que fais. Je veux les solutions. Quelqu’un dit à moi ce que faire, s’il vous plaît. Je pense que j’ai besoin d’aide.

   Tous les choses ont plus du sens en français.

7. remember that time i almost slept in a dungeon?

9. and the difference between you and me, baby

   is I get fucked up when I’m alone

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10. Biography

    For some bizarre reason my professor thought it acceptable to assign a six page autobiography. (Six pages. That’s legit.)

    I tried spanning my whole life but I’m pretty sure I just talked about Naz closing for six pages.

    Remember that time they closed our school? I still can’t believe that actually happened.

    (I also can’t believe it’s the only thing I will talk about when it comes down to my life.) 

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