Here I am again. I only come here to talk to you. But you already know that ( Read more... )

I'm still here. I still check for your notes. I read old ones. I remember everything: locks of hair and cinnamon sticks and cohen songs and savage beauty and and and. It remind me of such a different me than the me that sodiers through these days of taming my little giggling, sticky-mouthed delights.

the clouded sky makes no room ( Read more... )

For those of you who don't have a livejournal account but check here periodically, note that I have changed my name from "sa7ra" to "bitsofbeauty".

It's a little new years present I've decided to give myself.

♥

Montreal- (my love)
I have left the only place that came close to feeling like "home". I will never again belong.

I will never forget the dirty streets, the floating snow, the hush of January and those lovely lampposts outside my poorly insulated windows. I will agonize over those far-away days for many years still.

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Sweden- (oh, sweet isolation)
I ( Read more... )

this vast
white distance
between us
is beautiful

but unbearably cold

i’ve come to love these unpredictable disquiets between us

the storm came unexpectedly

and I, a lone
spectator
stood under the black skies
as the trees surrendered their
sopping, heavy leaves
to a wild autumn
wind

i have tucked away a maple leaf in my fraying copy of savage beauty. a perfection of bright reds and oranges, it floated through the autumn wind and rested in my hair as i lay reading under its mother-tree (on a particularly crisp tuesday morning last week). it will remain there, amidst Millay's beautiful words, until the white, winter days of ( Read more... )

The Canadian Geese are long gone

The squirrels no longer
stir at the foot of the Maple Trees

and I have unpacked my red scarf
for a month of leaf-picking along
the mountain-edge of beautiful Montreal