Category: The Only Worlds We Know

There will, one day, be another war, and anoth…

There will, one day, be another war, and another, and the theory of everything comes down to grass and is simply grass, which grows long and green and endlessly. There are one hundred ways to destroy it, and there one hundred more ways it will find its way back out of the dirt.

I don’t want to be this pain,                      but the language used                            …

I don’t want to be this pain,                      but the language used                            …

I simply want and what dear god is on the other side of want? I want that too. My want is so wide I…

I simply want and what dear god is on the other side of want? I want that too. My want is so wide I…

You should know where we’re going, where we ha…

You should know where we’re going, where we have found ourselves again, the simple and tired metaphor.

“God, if I could make money off this memory / I might just give you everything.”

“God, if I could make money off this memory / I might just give you everything.” -…

I can almost fool myself into believing I have…

I can almost fool myself into believing I have become the machine.

This language of grief is not a spoken languag…

This language of grief is not a spoken language. The only song that can be written in its tongue is no song at all, is morning, is traffic before it is traffic.

There are still, in the end, atoms shivering b…

There are still, in the end, atoms shivering between us. In this way none of us ever really touch.

If love is a city two people make then it is a…

If love is a city two people make then it is also a place that has no use when its people leave, though here I am tending to its dust.

We found death to be a stain we scrub from a s…

We found death to be a stain we scrub from a shirt until the shirt is gone.