Pages

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

lady context

I was laying in a heap on the grass in the middle of the night. The stars were glamorous and pristine and they sat perfectly still. Out of nowhere and faster than my heart had time to skip a beat, I saw a shooting star and it made me scream. It felt no different from a mouse darting across the bedroom rug, but people hushed me. I was hushed for screaming at majestic quiet things. Forgive me if I can't tell the difference between a star and a mouse when they dash across my life and disappear.


note I do not feel the need to site my pictures because this blog just wasn't meant to be popular. :( sad today.

No comments:

Post a Comment