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Saturday, November 14th, 2009
essence
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11:49a the sunset i remember the most
you’re not an easy girl to catch, are you? a boy with glasses and a penchant for chivalry once asked me this.
except it wasn’t really a question.
& I think now of being caught, of freedom, of strangers standing on each others' doorstep with enough questions to warrant hesitation. Both of us with respective hands on the deadbolt, looking through the peep-hole, wondering should I let this person in?? in his presence I stumble and bumble and act like the most outrageous idiot, all while trying to keep a firm grasp. If it slips, what happens then?
I keep waiting for something to happen. A breakthrough, a miracle, an ending, a beginning? I am not sure. Perhaps the thing that must happen, is me…
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Rusty wheels, turning. It does feel good to write again. and I do feel like this song:
“over the sea and far away she’s waiting like an iceberg waiting to change but she’s cold inside she wants to be like the water…”
current mood: contemplative
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