—from Things Buried Under the Floorboards [A Working Title], amarys dejai
fragments from 2018 // it doesn’t hurt to talk about you anymore (IG)
“...But who am I if I do not care for you?”
—excerpt from a letter, amarys dejai
I’d like to believe that you’ll stay mine forever, but I must remember the way that leaves fall, the spinning of a clock, and the ache of tired hands.
—untitled excerpt, Amarys Dejai
What am I without my sorrow? What is an artist without hands?
Words for my dear friend that moved overseas.
“You wear these empty promises like pearls strung around your neck. You can fool everyone else, but I know that there is no value in any one of them.”
I don’t think I should feel lonely in the company of those that claim to love me.
A morning thought from my head to yours, x