Apr 10, 2006 23:04
i haven't washed my hair in almost four days. My father forgot to place 'i love you' inside my birthday card. Our relationship has become somewhat of an awkward burden on eachother. He's lost it. I've lost it..
Being seventeen is..well it's "a very awkward age for girls; age 13-35"
i've discovered meanings to language i hadn't understood before such as references to dr. freud and statements such as , " you can put it anywhere"...,
quotes from Nietzsche and poems by Sylvia Plath
i know what it feels like to long for someone
to long for love
i recognize cognitive dissonance
i've realized how much i love Leyla
how much i love my sister,
how i've grown backwards
in writing, in clothing, in feeling
{
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
}
There is a little space between pillows in my bed where i've hidden at night watching the darkness stand still through green material, as piano pieces serenade my consciousness to sleep; feeding me imagination.