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Parallels

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masvida

Published: May 6, 2011

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_{yesterday, i had this dream about this boy and he was beautiful and he was dying and he was breaking as we spoke. his breath was too quick, but so was his heartbeat (and i swear i could see the blood rushing through his veins in a panic to stay alive). because his skin was too thin and he wasn't quite all there. i named him ghost even though he insisted he was a david, but i hate the name david. and i didn't think he'd have enough calories in him to process my explanation why, so we stuck with the names ghost and dream because that made sense.

the bones in his wrists looked like they could easily have splintered through his skin and flown away, like washed-out-white scraps of forgotten hope escaping a too-thin membrane. he was delicate and he was heartwrenchingly gorgeous in the midst of his slowwalking death, his freefall towards destruction. he found that my lines and his ribs were parallel, and i thought that maybe we couldn't possibly be more different and the same. and i'll never know who was more real; the scars or the starvation that drifted before our eyes, because we were both dying and both beautifully exemplifying our pain.

both lost.}