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[haze9]

i have a book of poems that illuminate my depths. when i am lost or tired or seeking, i turn to it, and each time it gives me the substance i need on the first open page. it does not provide balms, but we're going for growth not stagnancy, so that's okay

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[beyondtragedy]

shosh,
what is the pain that you feel from being fourteen? I hope that you will send that girl my love. She was kick ass. So sharp and observant. So confident in what she believed. You know what would be fun if you wanted to do it...we could both write letters to our fourteen year old selves and then send them to each other. It would be interesting I think, but very personal...I loved seeing you

[haze9]

she was confused about the intersection of self-identity and the demands of an impersonal, abrupt society. she stole chocolate and underwear every thursday afternoon. she let you drive off with a drunk guy and a few other random men to buy drugs. my mother told me she prayed every night that i would live through it, since i forbid the possibility of any communication between us, and all she could tell was i was young, ignorant of the world, and enticed by its dangers. and yes. lets write those letters.

our last intention to meet in the dream world was lost in my night. shall we try again? meet same place?

home again soon, at the latest two weeks from today. talked to leila about seeing her too, stirred by the revival of that connection. can we figure out where the wilderness is at home? or at least where we can be utterly wild?

[anonymous]

i miss you

auden is beautiful

writing you a letter

love

zach

[candyismandy]

-knocks the air