Dear Sofia,
I think we can make this work. I've had dreams of knocking on your door. When I'm awake now I still hear the knocking. I hear the knocking everywhere. I went to your house and I stood on the front walk and I thought about knocking. I almost knocked. But the knocking is so loud in my mind, bang and bang and bang, that I decided that was enough. I let my head's, my heart's, my dreams' knocking be enough. Did you hear me out there? I walked away down the street to the diner. I'm sitting here now, iced tea. Writing you this letter. Sofia, I think we can make this work. We just need to go slow. Don't worry about the knocking - I don't mean anything by it. We'll go slow. Snail-slow. Tar-slow. As I'm writing to you I keep getting flashes of other things, of visions. The visions aren't of you they're of your house. I'm tearing up flowers and throwing them at your door. I'm tearing up clouds and leaving bits of lightning all over your lawn. I've just knocked my iced tea onto the floor. I just want to yell. Sofia, I think we can make this work. There are whole gardens in my chest, whole storms. There's noise and fury and knocking. You're my sweetheart and I want to literally burn bridges with you. Together we'll burn bridges. Literally. We'll light the fuses and watch them burn. We'll kiss in smoke. We'll take it slow, Sofia. Write me back. To the diner I guess.
Love,
v. l.
PS: Here is a secret: One night you turned to me in bed - you were still asleep, - and you said "I have nevers in my mouth." But it sounded like bullshit.
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I wish I could be as awesome as you someday.
By the way, listen to [url=http://pianosfilledwithflames.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-songs-i-know-you-hate_01.html]I Have Made You a Mixed Tape[/url], by Daniel Ledwell. That song has consumed my existence recently.
Posted by Craig at July 3, 2008 1:58 PMDaniel Ledwell - I Have Made You A Mixed Tape
Sorry, html instead of bbcode?
What's this about O'Hare? I hope you weren't in Chicago and forgot to dial me up!
Posted by Amy at July 3, 2008 3:00 PMno no no, haven't set foot in chicago sadly.
Posted by sean at July 3, 2008 4:49 PMthey don't build banks by the freeway
and they don't keep bullets on the bookcase.
Posted by timothy at July 4, 2008 10:21 AMwhat was that letter? yours? someone else's? just made up? if made up, good fiction writing. that is the main reason i read this blog -- music is 2nd. i can get music anywhere, even over the speakers at Walgreens.
Posted by Dan at July 5, 2008 8:16 PMhi dan. thank you. yes, the letter was just made up. it is how the song made me feel & think. thank you for the kind words.
you can basically assume that unless indicated otherwise, everything written here is our own nonsense.
Posted by sean at July 6, 2008 2:14 AMthat letter was all sorts of beautiful. so far from nonsense.
Posted by lane at July 7, 2008 1:17 PMi am sorta copying you now with a blog of my own, partially out of homage, partially for fun. if you care to look, its:
shyness-is-nice.blogspot.com
as i get into the swing, i hope to become more literary.
Posted by Dan at July 8, 2008 2:13 AM