When she's there, sitting in my window watching me move through veils of mystery and unknown worlds I feel at ease. The solitude that once was my permanent state of mind is now nothing but fade memories. By night, I feel like I belong. The by the hour fee is a small price to pay. Sometimes she tells me something, a short stories about her pimp or a bad drug related experience and I find great comfort in the fact that she knows exactly what it feels like. What everything feels like.
She's the most wonderful person Ive ever met.
11 comments:
Can't really cope with this. call girls help you sleep? I think id prefer the drugs to be honest. darling, you're losing it.
I love your style of writing, but I sort of hope this is all fiction. is it?
It's kind of surprising the people we can relate to. Sometimes you just click with someone and even silence starts feeling less awkward.
I have to agree with Christopher here, sometimes strangers surprise you. Enjoy it, Belle.
sounds like you needed something, and now you've got it.
"I dream with such intensity I feel present while being in them. I can touch them."
You write gorgeously.
Strangers are the best people to find comfort in... when you don't know who somebody is, you feel like you know them so well.
you have no idea how much i need to feel like this.
sometimes, strangers are what we need.
xox
of course its fiction, lovely fiction, but it is by no means consistent or possible or remotely true. besides no one who is rich and of class would show of wealth in this way. and she is of class. i read this as poetry, filled with metaphors. most of them mean solitude, some vanity.
Often times peace and solitude is found amongst strangers. Ones who can relate but know nothing of your past to pass judgement. Rather, they can just lend their sympathy.
you make me think of The Malady of Death by Marguerite Duras, have you read it? such a lovely sad and lovely book.
xx x
wish i knew her - i haven't slept
six hours staight even when a babe.
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