--but maybe, you already do.
Nine years old in the corner of a pink room, wondering if everyone has already gone, trying desperately to force out agonized tears so they'll feel sorry if they have
It's '91 and there's a bumble-bee ring awaiting my approval at the end of a silly faked ceremony that would be nothing more than the sound of amused laughter in fifteen years
1997, riding on the winding, slow path down to Hana - sitting in the center console of the front seat because the three of us couldn't get along, and a waterfall that makes it all somehow better
"Today is a horrible, no good, very bad day." Shivering uncontrollably in the rickety brown office chair because they don't seem real - the words on the screen - as tears struggle to find their way to expression
Late for fireworks and somehow a sweat-drenched head finds an equally sweaty shoulder; uncomfortably, uneasy at first, but the acceptance makes the embaressment less, makes the action somehow easier
Weary and blank inside, stumbling with suppressed desperation to the only place of safety, and blaring the sounds of "Armageddon" because it feels like it ought to be
A car lot. The year is 2004 and the worst time of life is just about to begin
A plane ride back to unknown fears in a place that ought to be home. Soon, January 1, 2005 and the hellish year will be over
It seems like the year's gone nowhere, but now it's April 1. It should have felt worse somehow, and yet, it doesn't
Weather Vane, or Winchester - whichever you prefer. A fork digging a rift in a table that the owner wouldn't like defaced, and a discussion that seems all too obvious
August. Chicago in the late Autumn, when the leaves are beginning to change. A warm spot left on a matress and the jingle of unknown metal tags in a little ziplock baggie. Sun and moon, light and dark, day and night
A week of lonely solitude and radio-silence from the other end of the line, no matter how the connection is failingly attempted, but not made
Bioluminescence on the tips of a beautiful black velvet sea. Tents that get too close to the ocean, and a mote that'd get dug with an axe-head because a shovel is lacking
A four hour conversation on the state of racisim in America today. Debates on God and the place of murder and whether Robin is right about Anarchy or not
Words like truth and hope and faith strung together on a necklace, bound up in a ring, and laced over the sweet white frosting of a soon-to-be wedding cake.
Concepts like need, love, want
Words like balance, match, equal
Things like then, now, always
-RK
It's '91 and there's a bumble-bee ring awaiting my approval at the end of a silly faked ceremony that would be nothing more than the sound of amused laughter in fifteen years
1997, riding on the winding, slow path down to Hana - sitting in the center console of the front seat because the three of us couldn't get along, and a waterfall that makes it all somehow better
"Today is a horrible, no good, very bad day." Shivering uncontrollably in the rickety brown office chair because they don't seem real - the words on the screen - as tears struggle to find their way to expression
Late for fireworks and somehow a sweat-drenched head finds an equally sweaty shoulder; uncomfortably, uneasy at first, but the acceptance makes the embaressment less, makes the action somehow easier
Weary and blank inside, stumbling with suppressed desperation to the only place of safety, and blaring the sounds of "Armageddon" because it feels like it ought to be
A car lot. The year is 2004 and the worst time of life is just about to begin
A plane ride back to unknown fears in a place that ought to be home. Soon, January 1, 2005 and the hellish year will be over
It seems like the year's gone nowhere, but now it's April 1. It should have felt worse somehow, and yet, it doesn't
Weather Vane, or Winchester - whichever you prefer. A fork digging a rift in a table that the owner wouldn't like defaced, and a discussion that seems all too obvious
August. Chicago in the late Autumn, when the leaves are beginning to change. A warm spot left on a matress and the jingle of unknown metal tags in a little ziplock baggie. Sun and moon, light and dark, day and night
A week of lonely solitude and radio-silence from the other end of the line, no matter how the connection is failingly attempted, but not made
Bioluminescence on the tips of a beautiful black velvet sea. Tents that get too close to the ocean, and a mote that'd get dug with an axe-head because a shovel is lacking
A four hour conversation on the state of racisim in America today. Debates on God and the place of murder and whether Robin is right about Anarchy or not
Words like truth and hope and faith strung together on a necklace, bound up in a ring, and laced over the sweet white frosting of a soon-to-be wedding cake.
Concepts like need, love, want
Words like balance, match, equal
Things like then, now, always
-RK
5 Thought(s):
You have no idea how much I enjoyed reading this!
How is it that you always manage to make everything so beautiful sounding?
How appropriately named you be.
Much, much, much too kind...
I love how you weaved events together... it's sorta like flashbacks... well... it is... um... I sound stupid. BUT, I really did like it!
this is reminiscent of something i can't quite put my finger on.
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