July 2011
12 posts
Right.
The sky cannot be my sky.
You can’t possess something as enormous and captivating and ever-changing a the sky.
Then why was it made so perfectly then?
I got a time-turner today.
And
I found out how Alice got home from Wonderland; she woke up.
Huh.
I am waking up. Stretching. Hitting the snooze button. Falling into a half-sleep. Waking up again. One leg out of bed, the other. Then with all the strength I can gather I stand. I’m standing.
You are my sky.
What if I’m wrong?
What if I don’t know the truth?
I hope...
How much more could I possibly take? Things are too much right now. I am not who I should be. I am not who I want to be. This is not me. I’m feeling everything at once; love, heart-break, worry, fear, longing, misplaced. I fear I’m spinning out of control. I want to stab a knife into my chest because I think that would be a preferable feeling to this heavy, deep black weight that now...
