i found i could touch everything again, on the wooden swing with the wind on my face at sunset. isn't it always thus? it's terribly cliche but it's so, you can't always love the things you loved as a child, and i spent the remaining days on the roof and writing and staring out into the trees, trying to imagine how to make my own sanctuary like this in the west.
my mother said so i hear you're seeing someone and TELL ME ABOUT HER and i blushed and turned up the water so i could feign not hearing her because the key is navigating these situations so they occur in the right time and place. or maybe i am just a coward. it is easier to assume she will not approve, one more black mark, one more reason to not go home.
and now. will all her piercing looks and stabs in the gut come gushing forth in tears and sick and blood this week? will she have gotten in and felled me to my knees? stay tuned i guess. i'm feeling ambivalent.
3 comments:
mothers always know the right buttons to push don't they?
Try not to let her get in your head. You're awesome and you have an awesome new girl.
Mums and families are best avoided, best to avoid the glances and words of disappointment at lack of food.
I hope all goes well for you :)
i've been a lurker on your blog for a bit and I have to know: what is the bottom photograph in this post from?
as long as i'm writing at all, i should say that at various times in my own life i have found a lot of solace in your words. thank you.
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