Sep 01, 2008 00:52
I lay back on striped sheets, curl and uncurl my toes.
I used to spend a lot of time staring at old pictures, trying to remember how everything used to look and smell and feel. I craved the memory of that thing I once said that made him smile just like that as I pressed down and let the flash loose. I needed to feel like I had come from somewhere with a purpose on a path made of cement that would lead me to some pre-determined-feeling fairytale future.
But looking through pictures these days feels like just as much of a waste of time as taking them. I know in my heart what I said that made you smile and what I did that pushed you away. But I don't have anymore time left over to take pictures of myself taking pictures of myself remembering whatever or whoever, I have to take off into the dirt and forget who I am every once in a while and listen to new songs and love every minute I get to spend curling and uncurling my toes on these striped sheets.
I love this minute. I love this place. I love this person who's taken control of my feet these days. I think it's wonderful that she doesn't need to know where she's going.