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Love was born in the eye of the storm.
Today it rained and rained. The sky was an apocalyptic shade of greyish blue and i wondered why i had wandered back to this city where the pollution sucks out the stars and the people walk around zombified as if they are under hypnosis. For days i isolated myself and just wrote it all down because i knew if i kept pretending i would just end up screaming it all out in some institution, going crazy inside some thorazine daydream. Mary says that i will never survive the storms if i always run, but i'm just too spontaneous, In fact right after she told me that, I walked right down to that dirt road and put my thumb to the sky and figured that wherever i get a ride to, that's where i'm supposed to be. She blew me kisses from the side of the road and just stood there laughing and shaking her head. Walking along side of a highway i feel like the possibilities are endless and i feel like fate is my mother and she will guide me, It's the closest i've ever come to freedom and something i can't let go of.
This morning i got a ride from this ancient russian man. He had whiskey breath and was swirving all over the road, He told me i was "Too pretty for tattoos." and then held out his arm, exposing faded bluish ink tattooed on his hand..
"What is that?" I asked.
"Numbers" He answered in his harsh accent "I was in the concentration camps when i was a kid. They did it with hot metal."
He told me stories that made both of our eyes well up with tears and at the end of the ride he held his hand out towards me and spoke softly.
"Can i touch your hand?" he asked me "I haven't touched a pretty girls hand since i was in my twenties."
I smiled at the innocence of it all and held out my hand towards his and his eyes lit up and we accomplished human connection in this cut throat city. Simple and beautiful.
What makes you feel Free?
Love, Lily
"I know that the weak hearted are strong willed"
Love was born in the eye of the storm.
Today it rained and rained. The sky was an apocalyptic shade of greyish blue and i wondered why i had wandered back to this city where the pollution sucks out the stars and the people walk around zombified as if they are under hypnosis. For days i isolated myself and just wrote it all down because i knew if i kept pretending i would just end up screaming it all out in some institution, going crazy inside some thorazine daydream. Mary says that i will never survive the storms if i always run, but i'm just too spontaneous, In fact right after she told me that, I walked right down to that dirt road and put my thumb to the sky and figured that wherever i get a ride to, that's where i'm supposed to be. She blew me kisses from the side of the road and just stood there laughing and shaking her head. Walking along side of a highway i feel like the possibilities are endless and i feel like fate is my mother and she will guide me, It's the closest i've ever come to freedom and something i can't let go of.
This morning i got a ride from this ancient russian man. He had whiskey breath and was swirving all over the road, He told me i was "Too pretty for tattoos." and then held out his arm, exposing faded bluish ink tattooed on his hand..
"What is that?" I asked.
"Numbers" He answered in his harsh accent "I was in the concentration camps when i was a kid. They did it with hot metal."
He told me stories that made both of our eyes well up with tears and at the end of the ride he held his hand out towards me and spoke softly.
"Can i touch your hand?" he asked me "I haven't touched a pretty girls hand since i was in my twenties."
I smiled at the innocence of it all and held out my hand towards his and his eyes lit up and we accomplished human connection in this cut throat city. Simple and beautiful.
What makes you feel Free?
Love, Lily
"I know that the weak hearted are strong willed"
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