Wed
Feb
22
It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.
When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken. James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via tokiwoki)
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.
When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken. James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via tokiwoki)
(Source: proustitute, via skyisland)