February 2012
11 posts
There is a microscopic person hidden in bone, who wears elegant ash powder all over her skin. Like a skeleton fairy, the reason you feel chills deep inside. She feels like moth wings to the touch, but that’s only in my mind. Like you, that’s where you are.
I try to envision you griping rusted metal fire-escapes, starving with the smell of tea on your breath. It helps to remember that...
This is one of the most beautiful things anybody...
“Sitting here
Bright screen Eyes aching Planting virtual crops Tending imaginary animals Just existing, drifting, caught in a moment of suspended animation Days are repetitive, same old grind with a few hours of darkness to remind me that another day has ended. I hate walking through the nostalgia, it makes my heart clench then beat faster, in bittersweet longing. I still miss the winter...
