datura

Hello Felines and Sugarbabies...

Your local insomniac-by-the-sea updating the little box of text in the beige plastic belly of computer land.

Miss Jimson Weed here is feelin' rather

Oh why? The silliest of things.


Perhaps Dorothy didn't click her ruby red heels together three times. Or more likely, she did, and then when she got what she wished for, she pushed it away, and then scolded herself for such ludicrousness.

Wrapping silver threads about this purple and black bruised lil' heart that thump thump thumps even if I tell it SSSSHHH and it goes on a' thumpin' anyway. The flimsiest of sterling silver armor wraps around it.

I'm working on the whole emotional distance vs. closeness balance.

So far, I am wobbling between extremes....but oh dear, is that anything new.

Ah, photos of the somber girl all dolled up and lucky enough to have a friend to keep my warm and not ask too much about the dark thread running crooked along my smile and tinging my laughter ringing through the house.