I've never gotten used to being home without you here.

the holiday lights are out and shining bright, up around home, up here, everywhere i suppose.

my favorite is when it's just dusk and the christmas lights are on but you can still make out the colour of the cabbage and the way it is the same as The lake somedays with the dusty blueblack sky in the background.

if you look real close you might even see a dancing christmas tree....

what a beautiful day today was! what a beautiful day it is always lately!

..."

I vote we have x-country skiing adventures at the first opportunity. Perhaps you might consider investing in shoes of the same size however. Just a thought.

Love, Mel

P.S. I thoroughly enjoyed the poetic nature of your writing, especially 'I'm excited for the holidays to begin, for the snow to fall and cover all the tracks of the last year.' (though it does have hints of sadness-but then that's what wins oscars hey?) You can support me in my old age with the money you make selling your award on the black market. No, nevermind you'll donate it. God, learn some capitalist values, I need to eat!"

Dying.

He says,

"We're a trainwreck. I can't wait til you're in my arms."

and so,
we're perfectly incomplete

herro wittle birdie

it's been forever already

overcaffeinated&underprepared
i hope i get in anywhere [in canada]

the dried branches of exaltation
red leaves caught on the spider's web
but
don't let your toes touch the water's edge

oh,

i just found

the map of the world with YOUANDME on it

novembre, je t'aime

empty roads and bare trees

ill give you my heart but only to hold

and

i can't fucking wait for the bitter cold