I need you to know that you changed a life, saved a life. you sent a hope back to me, you reminded me I was everything, that there was magic even here, failure was never as futile as it seemed, and countless other lessons I buried in my heart to anchor it. My loneliness was eased in the knowledge of your existence just as much as the in the power of your poetry.Īnd in my very darkest moment, when I fell defeated into shame and weariness- resigned to the end. It was a beautiful soul that in the whole world I had never known to see things quite so clearly. You don't belong trapped in a blog.īut through these years, I found something here I have never found anywhere.It was more than the pictures or the words. You have so many worlds to explore, so many stories to live. (To the writer, it never stopped mattering to us.) I know there are only so many words in the English language there are only so many ways to arrange them until it gets too blurry to matter anymore. What I need is a word for the inexpressible grief when someone is moving on with their life and you know you should be happy for them (and yes, you want them to be happy) But all that you can feel is your own selfish loneliness and the crushing abandonment that comes with the realization that you are losing something you never thought you'd have to let go.
Remember, you are a part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born. It is going into the realm of the unknown, to see what can be known.Īnd then seeing if we can find our way back. This is something far more exciting than that. If you leave me a comment, I will read it. If you make something inspired by I Wrote This For You (or Intentional Dissonance) on tumblr, I will still find it and share it. If I have anything to add to I Wrote This For You, they will be written in those places. I will still post my favourite entries from I Wrote This For You (and any new work) on facebook. I will still be active on twitter, sharing my thoughts and any news, although it doesn't seem right to call it "I Wrote This For You" so I will be using my real name. Thank you for making each other feel less alone. I am eternally grateful for all the amazing experiences this has allowed me, to all the amazing people I met from all over the world, to everyone who chose to spend their time with us. Because I want to write a book of poems that isn't called I Wrote This For You.Īnd those are all things that will let me say new things. Because I want to scream the new poems I write into a microphone. Because my friends and I all have guitars and we want to write songs together. There's a comic strip that doesn't look like a comic strip I want to write.
To do something new that hadn't been done and to be able to hold it in our hands (Thank you Michelle).īecause there's a new book I want to write. Even if the book didn't do as well as it has, both Jon and I would still feel like we did what we came here to do. And after spending a year on every poetry bestseller list (and only being outsold by Shakespeare most days), this seems like a good time to stop. I owe Cape Town a book reading and that's going to happen soon.īecause after writing more than 1200 entries since 2006, I feel like I've said what I wanted to say here. I am still planning on visiting the Philippines and other parts of the world too. I will still be releasing the text-only edition of I Wrote This For You, which will contain the entries that I intended on putting here. If both Jon and I find our way back here, we'll pick up where we left off. Most books, comics, songs, movies, all stories in fact, have endings.
I would never presume to speak for both of us but I assure you, he is grateful for your patronage.īoth Jon and I have things we want to pursue that don't involve I Wrote This For You right now. Thank you for looking at every picture Jon took.
#Just to see you again song tv#
Remember when we first found each other? It was so long ago, it all seems like it happened to different people or like it was something from a TV show. Thank you for reading everything I've written for the past few years. This is all going to be sad so I'm going to need you to be strong.