Sunday, March 28

step by step, heart to heart

I write to little, think to much. It's like the words are trapped inside of me, caged in the insecurities I posses, and they can't get out. They're starved and light sensitive after such a long time in the dark and their steps are careful and slow.

An airplane took my best friend away, sent her through the air and landed her far away from the sun. It's selfish of me to wish she lived here, it doesn't suit her (does it suit me?) but I want her close, at all times. On my nightstand lays two blue pills. When ever life gets to rough, she will save me from a distance. On the airport, when I grabbed her hands and stroke some hair from her face she gave me a book, Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens. I've spent the last days with it and bottles of plum wine on the attic, smoking camel blues and feeling sorry for myself. But I'm done now, I feel like taking a walk. Tears always seem to dry on their own don't they. And Sara did make me laugh a little last friday when she hit the ceiling with her head trying to dance on a table. She's fantastic. And wild.



Jonesy said...

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Anonymous said...

It doesn't seem to be so happy... Don't worry, be happy. :)
Btw. very good photo. I love black and white pics. :)

JenniAsh said...

Lovely post.
I wish I wrote more too.


tiana lachelle said...

This is lovely :]

sanchez said...

I think you need high ceilings. For Sara's sake.

All the things I want to write to everything and everyone, including myself is trapped within these goddamned walls I call my mind.

You always seem to talk about the right things.

Anonymous said...

LOVE the inspiration
gorgeous, creepy, fabulous
thanks for sharing darling
and thanks for the sweet comments, means so much!


Heather Taylor said...

Our world would never be so lovely without best friends there with us. She's always with you, always.

Anonymous said...

Oh, you do have a heart, to share my dear. I am here now, to help you remember. It is time for you to put away your teen aged angst. You hear the voice, now is the time to answer the call. What did he ask you to do? Do not loose yourself in all that fear that surounds you. Embrace your truth and find me. I have left you this crumb, only to help you find your path, not to teas your hunger.

Ash Fox said...

the second sentence i can really relate to.


Sophia said...

"I write to little, think to much."
This happens to me every day. I wish I could pull out all my thoughts, and gather them in order. Don't feel sorry for yourself darling. You are wonderful.

xo, Sophia