I am not a console for reconciliation - this isn't my culture to endure.Just because I smile, it doesn't mean I want to.
Just because I breathe, it doesn't mean I need to.
Just because I'm kind, it doesn't mean
I don't want to break every porcelain doll in your glass house.
Fuck you and your lucid social magnetism.
Just because I haven't fallen yet
To the digging, the biting
The scratching, the clawing,
Of my skin
Along deep blue veins
Choking back tears
And gnawing hungers pains
Between remote suicide composures
It doesn't mean that I won't
Will
Want to
Cast my own portentous choreopoem
Where I am more than just
A B-list character
Pretending you think I matter.
The Wind Whisperer
The Wind Whisperer
The cadence of a cold heart, caught on the cruel, bitter winds of the world. Drifting, endlessly, falling closer to the ground, but never quite reaching. An illusion of flying. If you can...catch me... :)
A story. An open ended question. If you could dance along the riverbanks of each waking morning, what colour would the sunrise paint your eyes? If this were a ballet, our feet would stay upon the ground. But we'd like to think otherwise, wouldn't we? Maybe this story is a pretty good one. Maybe the glove doesn't fit the hand. Maybe the glove just fits.
When I Carried The Drunken Burden Alone, Because No One Else Could Shoulder The Responsibility
Posted by
Jayson
on 2011-02-21
3 whispers:
"Just because I'm kind, it doesn't mean
I don't want to break every porcelain doll in your glass house."
So beautifully said, dearest. So so beautiful.
And Tori Amos is truly incredible... especially to do the entire first half without a reference note, and the way her fingers have to play.
Hello love
It's so wonderful to hear from you again
I'm happy you found it :) that is perhaps my favourite video of her. Her body is truly an extension of the piano.
I am fearing entropy again, although that perhaps is for another post.
Missing your thoughts
Jayson
I love your blog, so beautiful. xo A
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