fancyultrafresh

i got my lip repierced last night after class. holla. i'm pumped; the rents are not. whatevs. i'm living with them this summer, then i'm peacing out back to STL full-time. but damn, will i miss kansas city. espesh westport. le sigh.

meanwhile, back at the ranch...

i wrote this on a whim. enjoy, s'il vous plait.

she dances with light steps as her fully-loaded heart beats itself into oblivion. she grows dizzy with madness and trips over her own laughter. as she falls up the silver stairs, her mouth wide and her eyes like flashbulbs, she grabs at the invisible. this behavior is not abnormal... she finds herself tottering on the edge each day, always sobering before she must continue with life. lately, blind bliss has been her drug of choice.

one day, she will lose her faith and turn to stone. but for now, she prefers gliding along with a wink and a smile, dreaming away the lies of the world. she moves with calculated absurdity as liquid ambiguity flows from her in gold lines across the sky.

as she retreats into the safety of her room, she locks the door and falls into bed. she closes her eyes and drifts off to a place not even she is aware of.