le piaf: January 2009

About Me

A words trier, a stormy sea sailor, a jazz lover, a painting admirer, a poetry parser, a gig addict, a scent seeker, a harmony balancer. Or perhaps, a philanthropy practitioner, a knowledge seeker, a common grounds searcher, a truth resolver. Otherwise, tiny and frail creature who lives in deeds, not years. In thoughts, not breaths. In feelings, not in figures on a dial. And who also counts time by heartthrobs. Because most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Monday, January 05, 2009

I WANT

The award for all shapes of my absence is the loneliness of my presence.

When I feel like this I know that I miss you.

And then I'm writing.

This in front of your eyes is a present in which I packed my wounds.

My organized weaknesses and my passion.

I sometimes want to miss you.

I want you to remain without strict shape.

I want.

I want, but I don't want you to cage me in your mistakes.

I don't want you to leave behind the curtain.

This in front of my eyes is a cheek-kiss in which I felt your eagerness.

I want you to miss me.

I want myself to remain without strict shape.

I want.

For Matt