Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Are you still here?

The house feels similar to when I moved in
A couple of years ago
And I was carrying my worldly possessions in endless calico bags
That I had borrowed from my parents.

Now I pack everything I own into old suitcases
And carry them away with me
One by one
Like some sort of ritual.

I value different things now
But I find that I'm still carrying too much with me
In case I should need it in the future,
I'm scared to let go.

I talked to you a lot in the beginning
As I found myself in my new solitude
But I see now that life keeps moving and your voice has faded
And I have been left with a beautiful experience of grief.

The funny thing about grief though
Is that it handles itself differently every time
And it can hurt in so many ways
That you could never have anticipated.

I know that time will keep moving
And that I'm determined to move with it
But in the meantime I can't help drifting around
With my head in the past and my heart in a suitcase.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Power dress.

Face without a face.

A shorter haircut.

The little cat dreams for just a moment.



"And what about stairs?"

"You know, I think we should put some mountains here. Otherwise, what are all the characters going to fall off of?"

The straw hat club.

A bunch of rocks.

No one can hear you scree.