my beautiful brother Chris died on February 21, 2012.
i blog here to stay sane. i howl to thee, internets.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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your 14 month anniversary
fruit tree, fruit tree
no one knows you but the rain and the air
don’t you worry, they’ll stand and stare when you’re gone.
I have just written to request to write to Nick Drake’s sister.
Everyone is somebody’s baby.
Mourning: I’ve learned that it was immutable and sporadic: it does not wear away, because it is not continuous.
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
Written to be remembered? Not to remind myself, but to oppose the laceration of forgetting as it reveals its absolute nature. The—prompt—”no trace remaining,” anywhere, in anyone.
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (via gloomy-planets)
The Tallest Man On Earth - Love Is All
Christine Willcocks
three trees have fallen, 2 plate etching on handmade paper, 52cm x 54cm, 2011
Google Bikes, an unfinished post found in the “drafts” from fall 2011.
O my broken heart
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Every morning
I wake up
You are my first or second or third thought and
I feel sorrow.
Because I miss you.
Because you never got the chance to be the man you were becoming.
Because you were beautiful because you were golden.
Because I don’t know where you are.
Because I would sacrifice everything I have to hear you voice one more time, see your smile, hug you.
My brother. My perfect beautiful brilliant golden baby brother.
I still hold out a shard of hope that you will find some way to come back home to us. How can we carry on when you are gone, my wild one?
