Feb 20, 2007 22:22
i'm in toledo.
say it three times fast.
every word takes effort.
sat on my ass most of the day.
need to clean my room.
once upon a time, there lived a young girl who liked to look for faces and carry sticks. she practiced kissing not on pillows but on trees. when she contemplated the vast starry night, her physical body would be left leaning on the windowsill and her spirit would soar dangerously. she could never quite keep her feet upon the ground.
the young girl remained vital within the aging woman. it is harder for john q. to witness an older woman flying. probably because she has stopped wearing skirts. or taken to them.
flying became harder during certain times. flying became easier during the moon. flying became color on the end of a brush. flying defined her and isolated her and stretched her. flying kept her insanity tank full.
i like sitting in front of the computer and listening to music. if i could crawl into a song, i would. if.
i want to listen to 'brownsville girl.' do i have it on cd? hmmm...
this girl needs a roadtrip.