November 2010
They told me not to smoke. Because it would disintegrate my alveolar walls. Because it would kill me. But every time I pass a smoker, I
want so much toinhale as deeply as I can until my chest cramps.
I Go To Sleep
Sia
i go to sleep, sia.
for all i am worth i am nothing
the tragic truth is i cannot appreciate things as they happen. only after it is long gone, a memory floating aimlessly in my mind, can i truly understand how beautiful the moment was. and by then it is often too late.
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
—Ernest Hemmingway
My angel Gabriel (I can fly)
Lamb
My Angel Gabriel, Lamb.
