i was @ lavander dreams, too's site, enjoying her photos and reading her blog on Dela Mare's ol' Peacock Pie book. it was fun but i had tears.
little things ...
they break you into pieces ...
remembering ...
early morning phone calls
and really silly mobile messages.
that was just the 25th
barely 10 days ago
i got to the office really fast
he asked me if i took a chopper
i told him, "nah, i used my magic broomstick."
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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