Monday, September 14, 2009

Dear Trust,

Hello my strange and unknown friend. I write to you today in need of advice.
Remember years ago, I wrote your friends, one of them being Time. Last i knew, he was your starting point, your structure, the nail to your hammer.

Tell me, what makes your heart beat? What makes you so hard to obtain, yet so easy to lose?
Like a young boys very first puppy, like a revived blood flow of a loved one....

Tell me, what makes you smile? and what makes it so unforgettable?

Tell me, Mr Trust, how sweet was the wine? how sweet was the torn soul?

I lost control.

Am i the only one who let you down?

Tell me, what makes your daisy bloom in the middle of a rain storm? what makes you get up and walk again when you've stubbed your toe?

What makes you nervous? what makes you afraid? what chaps your lips? what inspires you to have a line rehearsed?

When you have time, please let me know... I thought I had you figured out, but now I think you took a different route.

I'm not the only one who let you down....

Until then, Mr. Trust, Until then...


I see it... do you?
-Nathan

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Every night.

The words i sleep on form the poems I dream on equaling my sweetest downfall.