It's my birthday.

And those of you who know me always remember I hate the fuss:

• Presents are not my idea of joy on this day-unless it's something of value of course: like a good book a loved one had read and adored, and so, handed it to me with tattered edges and perhaps some notes along the margins.
• The Happy Birthday song is ( Read more... )

In an e-mail addressed to you, I once wrote:

"I'm leaving in 5 weeks; no one will remember I was even in this country: not the people here, and not the people I'm going home to. Australia will become a kind of dream at the end of it all. And I always thought that I would become somewhat unreal too..."

Remembering is a torment--but forgetting is far ( Read more... )

The trees outside my window softly whisper into a summer’s breeze as I lay lazily in my tiny room lost in a world of pros.
Eager for a glance, I will my eyes away from the words that entrance me, and prop my nude body up on both elbows.
I silently gaze outside:
I see the stillness of my little street and remember the events of the last few months as ( Read more... )

I promise to post over the next few weeks some entries about where I am in my life today. I have my words sketched on dated tissue paper somewhere in my unpacked luggage, and I intend to find them.
As for my prolonged silence, I’m afraid that will remain a mystery no matter how many times you ask why.
I have my reasons. But they are mine.

Love to all ( Read more... )

pink skies blue birds
sun in the east
lungs full of fresh air
exhaling

-Sasi

Hey, if you still come around here from time to time drop me a line--I'm in dire need of your e-mail address.
I lost it!

There's an e-mail in my inbox with your name on it :-)

I'll never forget you, not even when you're a hundred.

This beast that rends me in the sight of all ( Read more... )

I miss you.

Love, 
Leonard

Today, I miss you too much for words.

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I remember...

When I was six, I wrecked my favorite socks by running the iron over them too long. So I called you at work late that night crying, and you were full of assurances. 
When I woke up, I found a brand-new pair under my pillow--I had no idea you knew which socks ( Read more... )

A few years ago, I wrote:

"My 'short term' is different than yours:

Know that you will constantly sense my lust for you from across the room…
If your lips happen to touch mine, my tongue will always curl into your mouth
And if you compliment my naked body, I will smile shyly under your touch…

But don't take stray kisses seriously darling,
They mean ( Read more... )