Beneath the water it plays.
I remember playing kickball with my cousins in this empty, hazy field. None of particularly liked the sport but we'd get up real early to watch the dirt create this cloud of smog that would rise in front of everyone, making the trees, brush, and faces turn into translucent ghosts. I think it was a tradition that we would play this game the last agonizing week of school this year. We would cross the bridge between bells & buses, and complete silence.
When my vibrant ties with childhood faded, I found nothing to reach out for other than constellations so many light years away. But as so many eras begin fading each nuclear second I'm awake, sparks of the past's big buzz light all around me.
Many things have died out, a parade de mort of sorts, but it's given birth to new stems of strange vitality. Secondary succession.
I haven't had time to sit inside of my hermit bungalow to count the precious ways I could recover my comfort. I've grown too much to consider it.
Instead I've chosen people who are wholly free to see what they could consider. People without limitations or the weight of the world. People who think, wonder, and keep their eyes open.
I spent the past two nights walking through opposite universes, drinking in everything I saw and let brush through me. I spoke with meth heads waiting in line. I skimmed through $2 John Cale records. I wore sundresses and let the wind move my hair all over my shoulders.
I walked around in the stale heat with Carolyn to find interesting garbage in the land of garage sales. I bought an ivory white starfish candle. We both purchased reading lights.
Later in the day, the sky was painted in a muted watercolor shade of gray as I walked up and down the Strip searching for treasures of an empty beach.
All I want today is the sight of a dark, rolling sea and dozens of broken shells. I've bought these beautiful silks and beads which represent the coral ground of my thoughts.
Summer is the freedom of tidal waves. The whirlpool of possibilities.
Josh gets 50 cent coffee at Starbucks through clever words.
These girls make me stay relatively sane in Gym class.
Kaitlyn, on the left, reminds me of Mia Farrow.
Jewy Louie.
Carolyn had a personal dance party on her birthday.
I am really behind in Photo class.
When my vibrant ties with childhood faded, I found nothing to reach out for other than constellations so many light years away. But as so many eras begin fading each nuclear second I'm awake, sparks of the past's big buzz light all around me.
Many things have died out, a parade de mort of sorts, but it's given birth to new stems of strange vitality. Secondary succession.
I haven't had time to sit inside of my hermit bungalow to count the precious ways I could recover my comfort. I've grown too much to consider it.
Instead I've chosen people who are wholly free to see what they could consider. People without limitations or the weight of the world. People who think, wonder, and keep their eyes open.
I spent the past two nights walking through opposite universes, drinking in everything I saw and let brush through me. I spoke with meth heads waiting in line. I skimmed through $2 John Cale records. I wore sundresses and let the wind move my hair all over my shoulders.
I walked around in the stale heat with Carolyn to find interesting garbage in the land of garage sales. I bought an ivory white starfish candle. We both purchased reading lights.
Later in the day, the sky was painted in a muted watercolor shade of gray as I walked up and down the Strip searching for treasures of an empty beach.
All I want today is the sight of a dark, rolling sea and dozens of broken shells. I've bought these beautiful silks and beads which represent the coral ground of my thoughts.
Summer is the freedom of tidal waves. The whirlpool of possibilities.
Josh gets 50 cent coffee at Starbucks through clever words.
These girls make me stay relatively sane in Gym class.
Kaitlyn, on the left, reminds me of Mia Farrow.
Jewy Louie.
Carolyn had a personal dance party on her birthday.
I am really behind in Photo class.