words o'erflow!

[spiderpig]

Good Morning, Love
The perfect morning greeting is,
When cold water hits warm skin, when
Your warm lips meet my cool face; maybe
When I breathe in deep and you
do the same. I smile,
and the day begins.

Something that came to me when I was reading Possession with a sandwich.

I can never forget you; all your feelings for me (I'm not sure if it was love, but it was certainly an affection of some kind) are written in every page of all the books you made me read. Made me read with a vengeance, to keep up with your vociferous knowledge. I wanted to be like you, to be you, devouring, ingesting, nibbling on old paper and new books. I can never ever forget you, because every thing you said to me is inscribed in those books. They are worse than memories, because memories I can bury under dirt, shovel under deep dirty snow and forget that you asked me to read this or that. They stand there, proudly - almost smugly - on my shelves with only a layer of dust sneaking into the crusty old pages, or turning crisp new ones into yellowed history. I cannot forget because these, no matter what, are my favourites, and every time (every single time) I pick them up I feel you, pulsing through the one millimeter lines, threatening to stain my fingertips. As I read and reread, I do not want to, but am forced to, hear your voice reciting out my favourite lines. It's unfair. Why must my most treasured pastime be filled with so much hate, so much regret, so much love?

I continue to read these tortured receptacles of old love. I read them again, and again, and again because I want to believe that with every new reading, I forget yours, and then finally, these books will become me.

Comments

[msbarbiedoll.livejournal.com]

i love this ba, very nicely written! :)

[(Anonymous)]

the last bit is so - empowering! i like~!
=D

[spiderpig.livejournal.com]

Thank you mer! :) :)

[spiderpig.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much, whoever you are!