viva argentina. ♥.

sizzling sunsets

We used to sit and listen to the sunset together, and you would tell me things. Now let me tell you something: you have never been more beautiful than when you weren't trying. 

The sunset changed the way your face looked, from light to fading to dark, and the differences only made you more beautiful. It didn't have anything to do with anything else - just that we were there, and we were together, and you were one beautiful thing of a myriad of beautiful things under my eyes.

Back when my eyes saw everything as beautiful. 

So I know things are different now, for me more than you - or maybe for you more than me, it's really hard to judge. But I wanted to let you know that. That you're kind of trying too hard, and that's not what makes you beautiful. 

:)

it's been too long, loves. :) how's the sun?

she was five feet.

of concrete.

maps, wait.

they don't love you like i love you.

jay birds sing

and the passing of things.

day nine.

wednesday. may 19, 2010.

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you are greedy

in the most internal

kind of way, grabbing up 

every snatch of memory,

every bit of joy your 

fingers can grasp.

holding it tight,

building it up 

inside your chest,

keeping it all

for yourself.

you do not want
to share this place.