| One afternoon.... |
[Dec. 25th, 2009|10:32 pm] |
I remember being a little girl sitting at my mother's beautiful cream colored lacquered table. This was home number 1 on East Willow Bend Drive. She would pour out all these little pieces of card board onto the shiny surface and we'd have contests to see who could flip up the the images faster. Each uniquely shaped bit has it's own tiny little world on it and I'd study the images so hard that I could fit them all together in my mind. All I needed to start was a corner piece...
I've spent my entire life looking for an anchor, for clarity. And then when I find it, I find that all I want is to escape that anchor, to wander and search for something more in tune with whatever it is that makes me who I am. And I can see all the pieces of my life spread all over the universe like little falling singular moments. Some of them are flipped upside down, some of them are spread too far to reach right now, but I feel that if I can find that one stupid corner piece, then it will all be okay. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2009|09:17 am] |
I fought in a war by belle&sebastian. Want to make a video of children fighting in trench warfare. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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