she was the darkest, fucking girl. solid and well built, with eyes tilted towards the earth that were as large and as vast as the sea. a crackle to her throat and a water logged brain. her head was always in the sea. always in the fucking sea.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
and then one day I disappeared.
Monday, April 4, 2011
I am sad but not because of anything anyone did or didn't do. It's like, in my bones. I am happy at times, more so than before. It's only when I can't see the truth that everything turns melancholy, like those times with dragonflies and the setting sun.
