29/06/08
The tag said "Bless 99." I put that on my list.
Today I can take it slow. Shorten my stride, do some laundry, sit on the step with a beer watching people go by (although I try to make time for that every day, it does not always have this tenor), take a little break from the broken narrative and make some boring sense. Use fewer contractions. Y'know? You know.
I walked by a mirror laid up against a wall in the alleyway, a bag over each shoulder, a boot on each foot, a pastry in every mouth, a thought not in my mind nor the feeling of its lack. One hundred feet maybe later the wind in the tunnel picked up and I heard it crash. Not me. Or maybe somehow it was. Only time will tell if I am to be held accountable for this rare wind at my back. Either way, on my return I stood on it looking down at myself, broken, smiling.
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Today I can take it slow. Shorten my stride, do some laundry, sit on the step with a beer watching people go by (although I try to make time for that every day, it does not always have this tenor), take a little break from the broken narrative and make some boring sense. Use fewer contractions. Y'know? You know.
I walked by a mirror laid up against a wall in the alleyway, a bag over each shoulder, a boot on each foot, a pastry in every mouth, a thought not in my mind nor the feeling of its lack. One hundred feet maybe later the wind in the tunnel picked up and I heard it crash. Not me. Or maybe somehow it was. Only time will tell if I am to be held accountable for this rare wind at my back. Either way, on my return I stood on it looking down at myself, broken, smiling.
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23/06/08
I see how you borrow your metaphors and turn them into life.
I don't know if your pushing away is like mine. I hope it is not. I hope we do not have the same misintentions. Missed intentions. Maybe we are the same end of the magnet. That makes me sad. Pushing in the hope that when the muscles finally give out they just float toward you, illusory, now knowing nowhere else to go and of course finding purchase. I swore I'd stop talking about this.
It's hard not to tell you. It's stupid that I'm writing this, but maybe it's the only way that won't ruin everything. I mean, maybe it's just nothing too and I am some kind of optimistic hypochondriac who likes to see things in no things, but that I can live with. This, I dunno. This one's bending me into shapes I'd rather have left out with the old heap. And I meant to. I swear.
Yeah I guess I'll tell you sometime.
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I don't know if your pushing away is like mine. I hope it is not. I hope we do not have the same misintentions. Missed intentions. Maybe we are the same end of the magnet. That makes me sad. Pushing in the hope that when the muscles finally give out they just float toward you, illusory, now knowing nowhere else to go and of course finding purchase. I swore I'd stop talking about this.
It's hard not to tell you. It's stupid that I'm writing this, but maybe it's the only way that won't ruin everything. I mean, maybe it's just nothing too and I am some kind of optimistic hypochondriac who likes to see things in no things, but that I can live with. This, I dunno. This one's bending me into shapes I'd rather have left out with the old heap. And I meant to. I swear.
Yeah I guess I'll tell you sometime.
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15/06/08
And when I'm sad
I slide
Let's think about this for a moment. Ponder its meaning.
Yeah I dunno. I remember once telling you, sister, that I thought it was redemptive, but now I'm not so sure.
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I slide
Let's think about this for a moment. Ponder its meaning.
Yeah I dunno. I remember once telling you, sister, that I thought it was redemptive, but now I'm not so sure.
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08/06/08
