Tomorrow is new years eve. I will sit and think, and think, and think.
Stare out the triangle window in the back seat of cars, remembering how many years I've walked these vacant corners of earth. I will wonder what I've become and if it was worth it.
I will wonder how it is that I died: 2/11/09. How I pulled through, bit my lip, tied the knot, and jumped. How I was, but...
After all of that I can still impact small human beings, squealing around on this pin drop world, billowing with small threads of sadness and no imagination.
On that Wednesday I was pretty. All of my soul had twitched and fell into my skin, it became visible. I remember that all the hickeys had worsened by the rope and got all bloody. I remember how much I loved her.
♥ I wish I could hug you (not in the cheesy way girls do. I mean I want to hold you very tightly and protectively)
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