On campus today, I was approached by a skinny girl riding a bicycle. At first, I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or to someone else, because I had my headphones in and sunglasses on. Hell, even some of my closest friends haven't recognized me when I was wearing my rock star glasses.
I turned off my music to listen to her, and she said,
"How are you? You probably don't remember me."
"I'm afraid I don't.."
"About two and a half years ago, you showed me where a building was. It was my first day of school here and I was terribly nervous.."
"Oh! Was it.. um.. Cornett?"
"Yes! I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I hadn't forgotten you."
We chatted for a bit longer, before my bus left. It was really, really nice to be remembered as the kind girl who helped someone out, despite how easy it was for me to walk with her to her class.
A man came into my work today with a seven foot snake around his neck. I was startled but not afraid. I've never really feared snakes, but they certainly do give me a jolt of.. something, when I see them without warning. It was beautiful and golden.
[Standing outside, breasts pressed against the balcony railing, midnight cigarette held loosely in my right hand. It's Friday night and I'm alone but content, half-naked but safe, wet hair dripping down my skin in the shadows. I feel like- I'm the observer. I know that somewhere in this city, a girl is getting raped and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The steady lights of apartments across from mine are filled with love, perhaps, or boredom, or someone holding out for something, anything, that's better than this. Living with one foot permanently out the door, sketching misplaced love over her freckles, counting them one by one and wishing they added up to a different number.
And right now, I'm on the periphery, with smoke curling up from my fingers and the left side of my head against the wall.
I've got the city underneath me and I'm completely detached and at the same time, so immersed in it that I can barely move.
My tongue goes partially numb and I'm smoking away at nothing but the filter, now. I put it out on the cool metal under my skin and trace your name in the resulting ash.
Step back inside through virginal white curtains and wonder how it is that I got to be here, exactly. Minimal starscapes and the saddest music in the world.]
A steady diet of salad, sunshine, and cigarettes seems to be resulting in more pronounced collarbones. Excellent.
I turned off my music to listen to her, and she said,
"How are you? You probably don't remember me."
"I'm afraid I don't.."
"About two and a half years ago, you showed me where a building was. It was my first day of school here and I was terribly nervous.."
"Oh! Was it.. um.. Cornett?"
"Yes! I just wanted to thank you and tell you that I hadn't forgotten you."
We chatted for a bit longer, before my bus left. It was really, really nice to be remembered as the kind girl who helped someone out, despite how easy it was for me to walk with her to her class.
A man came into my work today with a seven foot snake around his neck. I was startled but not afraid. I've never really feared snakes, but they certainly do give me a jolt of.. something, when I see them without warning. It was beautiful and golden.
[Standing outside, breasts pressed against the balcony railing, midnight cigarette held loosely in my right hand. It's Friday night and I'm alone but content, half-naked but safe, wet hair dripping down my skin in the shadows. I feel like- I'm the observer. I know that somewhere in this city, a girl is getting raped and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The steady lights of apartments across from mine are filled with love, perhaps, or boredom, or someone holding out for something, anything, that's better than this. Living with one foot permanently out the door, sketching misplaced love over her freckles, counting them one by one and wishing they added up to a different number.
And right now, I'm on the periphery, with smoke curling up from my fingers and the left side of my head against the wall.
I've got the city underneath me and I'm completely detached and at the same time, so immersed in it that I can barely move.
My tongue goes partially numb and I'm smoking away at nothing but the filter, now. I put it out on the cool metal under my skin and trace your name in the resulting ash.
Step back inside through virginal white curtains and wonder how it is that I got to be here, exactly. Minimal starscapes and the saddest music in the world.]
A steady diet of salad, sunshine, and cigarettes seems to be resulting in more pronounced collarbones. Excellent.
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And a beergut.
It's perfect.
Glad to hear you are well.
I liked the part in the () the most.