difranco

she has fairytale bobbin fingers, written along the lines. likes to watch trains meeting different stations, so close, yet few and far between. exceptionally motivated, dancing like anothers shadow.. she swings on hearts and vines from town to town.
contempory placed upon the walls of galleries, people watch day after day. the same beauty shining through stars upon her skin. she travels in her gaze through the eyes of people. to their homes, their destinations. she is destiny, caught in the flash of a camera and reflected through the paintings glare.
in the world she holds onto rocks when the weather starts to spin her, tender little arms strengthening to fight. she's a little tinkerbell jesabel, sporting between the boys and the girls with a skip and a hop.
i love her like a woman, like a child; a need to nurture tingles in my chest.
(now to love the rest of me)

trace the lines



"she's addicted to nicotene patches, she's afraid of a light in the dark"



"think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do"