carnelian

I am trying not to fall to sleep. I need to be at the airport at 11 tonight. My bath water is lukewarm and my nose is burning. I've never had allergies before. . .
today time "changed" and two days ago I noticed my garden began to bloom. This afternoon I sat on the porch in the first scorching sun and listened to the sound of my sprinkler system. I loved it.
last week in school we learned of chemical texture. I will die a happy lady to never see a perm again. This week we are doing color which is something I quite enjoy.

sea salt, burning candle sticks, cups of water and incense. . .I am calm in that smoke. I have thousands of photographs. Are we operating on the same channel? Technology or telepathy. . .

I ate in a sepia colored place some dreamy good food and the atmosphere too consumed. I thought for a moment maybe my only true thought that which is most obvious is the hardest to explain. In windows shattered glass my mind cracks and here I am back.

I wondered at the saw. I saw and she saw. . .but these haven't eyes but inorganic teeth. Chew and lap bite and suck.

I gaze until there is nothing but soot, ash. . .color diluted and thought faded the spoiled the rotten and jaded. Have I too? So suddenly fortunate. . . There was nothing my parents could do. And they said I was nothing.