February 2012
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February 24, 2012
Dear You,
A fire cracking,
in your syncopated breath,
is worth the touch.
-Me
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February 23, 2012
Dear You,
Yeah. I’m catholic. Congratulations to me.
No, I don’t really enjoy Catholicism. It’s not that I don’t believe in God. I do, completely. I have no doubt that he is up there. Someone had to have created this entire universe. There is a higher power, I don’t believe science is the complete, as something must have made the big bang. Our Universe began in...
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February 22, 2012
Dear You,
When I was younger, I had a close friend named Jon. He has moved faraway, to Florida actually, but I still remember the time we spent together. There is one day, however, that stands far from the others in my mind.
We were seven or eight, I cannot exactly be sure, and the summer sun was beating on our backs, our skin glowing from spending days outside until the bugs would nip at our...
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February 22, 2012
Dear You,
When I was younger, I had a close friend named Jon. He has moved faraway, to Florida actually, but I still remember the time we spent together. There is one day, however, that stands far from the others in my mind.
We were seven or eight, I cannot exactly be sure, and the summer sun was beating on our backs, our skin glowing from spending days outside until the bugs would nip at our...
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February 21, 2012
Dear You,
I forget sometimes.
In the morning, the shades
protect me enough to hide my
skin from the sun, but not enough to keep the
light away. It slips under
the dark canvas of my windows, crawling over my blankets,
lingering on my hands. Light shines in my eyes,
steals sleep, and invades my dreams enough for my
life to wake up again.
-Me
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February 20, 2012
Dear You,
I understand myself better. I wrote a lot of letters today that I never sent, and I’m glad I didn’t. I spoke to some people, I collected my thoughts. I feel good. I have never felt better, for this happiness isn’t anchored to someone, it feels anchored to myself.
I’ve decided to drop the letter novel for awhile. I don’t want to write anything sad, you...
What do you mean, "what's next?"
And who are you.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever been in love?
Anonymous asked: Thank you for everything. You drive me crazy. So, what's next?
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February 19, 2012
Dear You,
Spring.
I can taste
you. Your
murmur trembles
on my lips,
the cool
air of a sleeping
rainfall steals
me. I can hear
you in the air,
the whisper of
leaves rushing,
finally, out of
the branches
and into
the wind (picking
up a speed of sorts).
I can see you in
the growing days, the
shorter nights fading
from my cold memory.
Spring. I know you
are near. the
earth...
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I just noticed this, but
The letters. They’re not written to anyone. Instead, I just write them to write them, and that is what makes me feel so good. That I finally have an output that doesn’t a purpose, but instead is there for me and me alone. Yes, I have readers, but all of these letters, recently, have been worth importance only to me, because there is no “You” anymore. Instead, the You is...
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It's a good day
To have a good day.
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How does a day go from
Oh, I just wrote you a song, you love it, you think it’s great, you really really like me
To
you not speaking to me?
I must be really really good at screwing up in a space of an hour or so. So good!
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I'm sorry about rushing it.
And pushing it.
And being silly.
And impatient.
And dumb.
And rushing it. I said that already.
Still. I’m sorry.
Anonymous asked: Me too.
Also, it was not an argument.
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When you say something stupid,
And you know it is,
You try to rebound with words, you
try to apologize and make things
Right but things were said, and
you meant them (I do want to date her),
but you understand now, after time
away, that she isn’t ready and pushing
to decide, would only push her away
from you, and you will never want that,
you just want her to be happy
with you, you just want to...
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February 18, 2012
Dear You,
The sky looks different today. I don’t exactly know what it is, but the sky isn’t the way it usually is, the lights are not correct. But they shouldn’t have to be anything, the sky can be whatever it wants. It can turn a bluish grey that wraps around our feet, imprisoning my body so I cannot reach out to you. Light and whistling, the sky can burst through my windows...
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"Girl."
a million stars
in the sky, and I call
to you in the static of silence.
“Listen,” I twirl in your
fingers, laughing against the air.
“No. Listen. This sky,
it’s yours and mine. And it
will always be ours.”
Your lips exhale softly,
a breath runs up my face,
love trembling in between us.
Come, let’s take to the sky
and live longer than...
Anonymous asked: You have the heavenly voice of an angel on crack.
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February 17, 2012
Dear You,
Sometimes. I stop. And stare. Trying to look away. I cannot.
I saw her today, in math class, and I felt this odd feeling in my chest. It was warm and tasted like honey and marshmallows and rain all at the same time, but in my chest, like it had disappeared from my lips, slipped down my throat, and was clouding my heart with the warmest of feelings, the softest of touchs. I opened my...
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February 16, 2012
Dear You,
Who was my first love? Dont be surprised if I ask you later. It’s always an interesting story.
Well. Her name was Nicole, and I had met her in middle school, though I hardly knew her in seventh grade. I wrote about her a lot. I thought about her a lot. I talked to her at her locker often, I told my friends about her every chance I received, and I wrote letters to her I never...
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Breath one.
It escapes, in the early morning,
when she and I are passing
through the halls, long before
the air is shattered by a ringing of
bells.
I come up to meet her, my hand
reaching to reach her
hands, our fingers locking
in a rhythmic pulse.
She
smiles a hello, her voice slipping
out, wispy and unearthed by
my touch. a dear noise of
her entire soul clouding my face
stops my feet and...
Anonymous asked: Hey nicholas. Thank you. for everything.
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I've reached baseline.
Happiness. It’s close, I can feel it. I’m not okay, I’m baseline. But I’ll be there.
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February 15, 2012
Dear You,
Meet someone. Write about it. Have a moment with a girl. Write about it. Have a fight. Write about it. Fall in love. Write about it. Fall asleep and dream. Write about it. Cry. Write about it. Tell a story to someone. Write about it.
Oh I’m just telling you about how my life seems to go. Patterns. No, the same moments don’t crop up, life doesn’t repeat, though in a...
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Why complicate what works?
Perhaps because, when I siphon out a little breath when you are close enough to catch in my eyelids, I feel a dull thump reaching between us, a mild heartbeat that irregularly wants the other, but never when we want each other, until, hopefully now.
Or maybe because you rush towards me into a closed hug, where only we can feel each other and the rest of the world is a daring stretch of...
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February 14, 2012
Dear You,
Woot. Valentine’s Day. I’m so fucking excited, you have no idea. Yeah. Cries of joy. Happiness.
Ha. Fuck no. Valentine’s Day is crap. It’s an excuse for guys to care a lot about their girls. One fucking day of the year? No. No, that should be everyday. You should not have one day (in February for Christ’s sake. I mean, what the hell is this? This month...
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February 13, 2012
Dear You,
I’ve wasted so much time in my life. So many hours have been spent on lifes most blisteringly stupid moments that should have never mattered. Too many hours in my midnights were spent trying to be, but never truly being. If I could have back all the time I ever wasted…
I’d waste it the same damn way. Cause God knows, no matter how unsuccessful a moment was, I still...
Anonymous asked: Do you live in Illinois?
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February 12, 2012
Dear You,
I guess, when it’s over, it is over, it truly is. And I can do nothing about it.
The last show was last night. I was so tired of it all, so ready to move on, but to hell if I actually wanted to. I may have been ready, but that doesn’t mean I actually wanted to. I still had things to do. Vague yes, but I still had friends to make, people to love.
A person to love.
It...
Anonymous asked: Dear You, I have loved everything you have written. There is strength to be found in your words. I want so much to tell you that I appreciate every single thing you say, because I know that although I may not be the "you" whom you are referring to, they are still for me. I am someone out there who reads your letters, who looks forward to them even. Please don't ever stop writing for...
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February 11, 2012
Dear You,
Have you ever pressed your fingers to another? No, not hand holding, I mean the pressure of touch, the warm, albeit sometimes cold, measurement of what true emotion is. I understand the beauty of hands clasping, but if you are satisfied to only exchange fingerprints, I see truth in your feelings. Just to touch, just to know my prints are yours, just to know I am yours.
Fingerprints...
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February 10, 2012
Dear You,
I want to live in the madness of reality. We say things, we search things, and everyday I talk of how dissuaded I am by this life, how deeply unmoved I feel in the presence of humans.
But fuck it if this isn’t all the world, and all I will ever have, and all I will ever want. I only have one life, I know that now. I’ve always known that, but now I understand why it is so...
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February 9, 2012
Dear You,
The leaves are speeding back
to our limbs, the growth is beginning
again, we shall all be new, now,
when? Soon, I told you, soon
we can speak up and mumble
(if it is your wish), to the
clouds about the absurdity of
the dewy mornings we don’t avoid.
Look, I can see the sunrise again, February
is still following me, but I can see
the sun rise again, and the pink of this...
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I have cool friends. Seriously.
Anonymous asked: Who's this Claire girl?
Anonymous asked: I'm a ginger and my body is ready...
Anonymous asked: Hi. So, I just wanted you to know that you're one of my tumblr crushes. I wish I knew you in real life because I think you're amazing. You write really well, I liked your song a lot, and I'm in love with your two hundreds blog. It's adorable. And lately it seems like you've been really wanting to find someone- I have too. So I wish that I knew you because maybe we would...
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February 8, 2012
Dear You,
I think about the same sounds often, the way your voice pulses over me, like the sun and the rain have mixed together in streamlined airplane of cool breaths and blistering lights. Your whispers bleed into my skin, B positive and O positive mixing together in a pool of dilapidated words. You tremble against me, ice in your skin, your heart freezing slowly, frost carrying over your body...
Anonymous asked: Is that you singing then? I like how your voice naturally sounds.
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February 7, 2012
Dear You,
I don’t understand relationships, or romance, or… Bears. That last one doesn’t necessarily make sense. That being said.
Why the fuck can’t a guy ask a girl out? Why can’t I go up to a pretty girl I see on the street one day and say, “Hey I don’t know you, but I think you are pretty and I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date...
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I wrote this awhile back, and I feel like sharing...
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February 6, 2012
Dear You,
Look, I am still here. Don’t expect me to leave anytime soon. I push myself to the edge, but the closer I go, the more I pull myself back, the more I wonder if I would actually go all the way. I don’t think I ever will, I don’t want to ever do that. I don’t always enjoy the place I am in, but dammit if I’m not going to leave all my friends, all the people...
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February 5, 2012
Dear You,
This is how depression works, at least for me.
When I feel it, I’m not exactly sure what it is until it hits hard. I have an up and down sort of sadness, the one that comes from a deep emptiness I feel when loneliness rips at me. or a deep emptiness in general, that won’t seem to leave. And when it hits, I feel this weird sensation taking over my chest, and my heart slows...
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February 4, 2012
Dear You,
I have borrowed many hours. I have borrowed many dreams and lives and moments. I have stolen the concrete right out from under a person’s foot, I have broke the glass long before they reached to touch it. I’ve lost so much of other people. And tried to build myself up, and create myself, and be happy in myself. But all I do is hurt, and all I do is break.
And all I do is...
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February 2, 2012
Dear You,
I need to look at myself. I need to see life in shortened bursts. So much of me has looked far into the future I don’t even know exists. But now…
I need to understand that every relationship does not last forever. I was on the catwalk in the auditorium today, speaking to one of my fellow crew members, and she murmured something about how I can’t look at things like...
January 2012
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January 30, 2012
Dear You,
I wonder a lot. But let’s forget that. There’s a sunset out there. Or, there was one. It was nice. Yeah. Look. You can still see it in my eyes. What? Obviously you’re not looking close enough, it’s in the pupils, a little reflection of the past day I’ve spent. Who is that girl? She’s something, something great.
But the sunset yeah. No, I found it...
Anonymous asked: Dear you, I say I'm "giving it time" too. I refuse to call it waiting. But my situation is very different. He has someone else. It doesn't matter how he once felt or how he still might feel, there is someone else and I cannot act. So I am "giving it time." I'm still living my life, I'm not sitting and waiting. There is no point in wasting my life on waiting,...
Anonymous asked: That anon is right. You were waiting cuz nothing was happening. Go for what's-her-face. If it works, great! If not, wait some more.