i can feel your heavy feet pressing on my bones

[love_catatonic]

This is a dedication. This is what you leave behind and what you can't. This is hanging in the air before your fingers close around the trapeze. This is like a weed in the crack in the concrete trying to grow against all odds. This is in thanks to some, and in regret, in pain, in anger, in letting go. This is figuring out if hope is too fragile a

Comments

[maximumnerdage]

It's beautiful, and painful, and I think more than I've ever felt from any single piece of writing before. You say "everything", figuring out everything, and I believe you.

There is nothing like this, and no one like you.

[love_catatonic]

Wow. Thank you, Charlotte.

[maximumnerdage]

You're welcome, Tristan :) You deserve the wonderful things people are saying.

[love_catatonic]

:)

Come to my birthday party? Von's organising it!

[in_spectre_mors]

I think it says much about a man when he expresses himself, and creates a masterpiece.

[love_catatonic]

A masterpiece? Really?

[in_spectre_mors]

A masterpiece of epic proportions, my friend.

[love_catatonic]

Well if anyone would know about masterpieces of epic proportions, it would be you.

[seminalsemiotic]

If I could write with the impact of these words, I think vanity would never let me go. This is amazing, Tristan. Thank you for sharing this with us, thank you so much.

[love_catatonic]

I don't think you need to write, I think you just... exist, and the impact is as much.

[seminalsemiotic]

Oh, Tristan... thank you *smiles* Goddess, I love you so much. How do so many wonders emanate from just one man?

[love_catatonic]

... Magic?

You're so talented.

[milestogobefore]

Let me organise a birthday dinner for you?

'You probably think this song is about you'

[love_catatonic]

Okay!

[scarlettvoices]

That's incredible, Tristan. I don't even know what to say.

[love_catatonic]

You don't have to say anything :)