urrrgh.
but moving on...
a couple nights ago i saw the full moon. i laid down on the cement driveway & watched the clouds moving across the sky, the moon hovering in the air. so bright. i breathed in the air consciously. you could feel spring coming. {since i'm in the south, you could probably feel summer coming, although it's hard to tell the difference...} everything seemed more crisp than usual, like looking through the eyes of LSD. it all reminded me of a time when things were simple & complicated in a different way.
i am small. all the little petty bullshit i consume myself with is unimportant when i'm able to really look at things like the ocean, trees, stars...
& then my life goes on, continuing to hurt me regularly, & i find it really fucking difficult to give a shit about the moon. or even notice it, still hovering, ever-changing, constant.
but it's still there.
i am still a moonchild, whether i'm drowning or not.
but moving on...
a couple nights ago i saw the full moon. i laid down on the cement driveway & watched the clouds moving across the sky, the moon hovering in the air. so bright. i breathed in the air consciously. you could feel spring coming. {since i'm in the south, you could probably feel summer coming, although it's hard to tell the difference...} everything seemed more crisp than usual, like looking through the eyes of LSD. it all reminded me of a time when things were simple & complicated in a different way.
i am small. all the little petty bullshit i consume myself with is unimportant when i'm able to really look at things like the ocean, trees, stars...
& then my life goes on, continuing to hurt me regularly, & i find it really fucking difficult to give a shit about the moon. or even notice it, still hovering, ever-changing, constant.
but it's still there.
i am still a moonchild, whether i'm drowning or not.
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letigre:
the last time i laid down on the ground and watched the sky, i thought i was going to get arrested. it was in a high school parking lot and we were very drunk. a cop rolled in and found us laid out on the asphalt. he made us line up around his police car and put or hands on the hood while he frisked us. i thought my fingers were going to melt because the hood was so hot from the running engine. he let us go after a little humiliation was instilled. jerk.
rainwolfkin:
i tried to call you tonight. but i got your answering message. you're so twangy. living in the south'll do that to you. remember in NY and i still called soda, pop? oh yeah. i'm so redneck baby. i'm so tired, and i'm so drunk, and i get up at 6am to take a flight to america where i'll breath in the cold frozen air of a deserted landscape. a place of utter emptiness and barren naked fields of corn stalks that were slaughtered ages ago. you stopped through there once or twice. a stepping stone in your journeys. i'll always feel the imprint you left on me. i'll always hear your voice softing tingling in my ears. you are the dream that colours my sight upon waking from long overdue hours of sleep. you are the silence that speaks contentment to my heart.