move yourself, love

Take Off Your Cool by Mara Hruby

I think the trees would touch the heavens if we would let them grow

Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute.
Book II, ch. 4 (trans. Constance Garnett)

heteroglossia:

6.9.13

We address the other (the “loved” other, the big Other, etc.) and always, inevitably, in this act, address ourselves — only ourselves. What else is God, Fate, Hope but this manifestation, this disavowal: the desire for the other in the self.

words .. fall like rain between us 

all the syllables we don’t understand make up their own songs.

I’m not sure if I knew you at all,

other than what your smile sounds like

and how your silence feels.

the distance is enough to make room for two but the space won’t hold us still. 

my dream is unfinished 

patience; waiting for something that might not happen.

VI.2

The sun held a sea of troubles. In bed we made magic, we turned our darkness into light. It was peace like a never-ending sleep and I just wanted to keep dreaming.