i love selfishly, i know.
a year or so ago, i read a book called Into The Wild
and developed a twisting ache of love for Christopher McCandless
a young man in his 20's found dead in the Alaskan bush, 1992.
he was just a boy chasing butterfly dreams over the edge.
i would have stroked his restless hands and kissed his temples,
saved him from starving to death and rotting in his sleeping bag.
on some nights he strolls into my dreams with the softest smile
and forgives me. still, i wake up wishing he were alive with me.
anyway, Sean Penn decided to make a fucking movie about it
it makes me sick and warm to think that actors and directors
might stamp around in the abandoned bus where he lived and died
where no-one found him for over two weeks, while he begged and withered.
now it's a tourist attraction, and emile hersch will be hailed a hero?
the trailer made me cry hot tears. angry, exposed, relieved, in love.
chris, baby, that bus will never be empty and lonely again.
and developed a twisting ache of love for Christopher McCandless
a young man in his 20's found dead in the Alaskan bush, 1992.
he was just a boy chasing butterfly dreams over the edge.
i would have stroked his restless hands and kissed his temples,
saved him from starving to death and rotting in his sleeping bag.
on some nights he strolls into my dreams with the softest smile
and forgives me. still, i wake up wishing he were alive with me.
anyway, Sean Penn decided to make a fucking movie about it
it makes me sick and warm to think that actors and directors
might stamp around in the abandoned bus where he lived and died
where no-one found him for over two weeks, while he begged and withered.
now it's a tourist attraction, and emile hersch will be hailed a hero?
the trailer made me cry hot tears. angry, exposed, relieved, in love.
chris, baby, that bus will never be empty and lonely again.