Tuesday, February 23

you must have seen her dancing in the sand

Woke up late, headache and some sort of anxiety I couldn't shake of. My sheets were still wet, I wore a bikini bottom and on my nightstand was a halffull bottle of gin. Fragments from last night includes Miri pouring wine into my open mouth, the pool on my father's backyard being exactly the right temperature, her legs splashing water and my hair sticking to pale skin making me look dressed. Cigarettes floating in the water, and a text message from Charles that I asked M to delete without reading it for me. Rebel rebel your face is a mess.

Now he's home again, and Miri must have left early. I have no idea where he was yesterday or where she is now. I never really know anything for sure these days. It's liberating

11 comments:

Anise said...

beautiful.

xx x

les jeune fille à les oiseaux said...

waking up in a haze and confusion - there's nothing better.

AVY said...

Turning back she just laughs
the boulevard is not that bad

Lila Rose said...

Ahh to be free <3

s + b said...

lovely photo. charles is an idiot, glad you deleted the message.

Disaster girl said...

Beautiful photo and writing

Hope Chella said...

Hooray for Ballet :)

http://hopechella.blogspot.com/

Susan said...

I love your new header, so dreamy...
xoxo

Hannah said...

beautiful words, i love the image you've chosen too xo

shelbyisms. said...

Thank you ma'am, thank you.
Your nights are sounding wonderful.

Schnappy said...

wonderful photo! :)