“As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. The very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero, that the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right.
My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you and only you since I was a boy. But I am not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will only, instead, see your eyes. Like black rocks frozen in rain water. They tell us that we must scream, “Banzai” as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name and in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.
— Annabel Cotton, from Gus van Sant’s Restless (2011)
Day 36: i sing i swim by seabear
Human skin can be hard to live in.
ozm rabbit (.gif)
After dark vapors have oppress’d our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
Born of the gentle south, and clears away
From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The anxious month, relieving from its pains,
Takes a long-lost right the feel of May;
The eyelids with the passing coolness play
Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains.
The calmest thoughts come round us: as of leaves
Budding; fruit ripening in stillness; autumn suns
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves;
Sweet Sappho’s cheek; a smiling infant’s breath;
The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs;
A woodland rivulet; a poet’s death.
31 January 1817
And perhaps we met
In an ocean,
Where the salt gathered
In between our
Never really needing
The force of time and
To haul us
The promise of
Safety on blank
Watercolour Landscapes by Z.L. Feng
Today I did my favorite thing in the world a few times. Quite a few times.
join megan as she sobs about everything