There is nothing like the floating feeling of trying to do pilates in socks and listening to Cigarettes After Sex as your knees scrape against the carpeted floor and the almost-black almost-night clings to the windows.
Knowing that something will come, but it hasn't come yet.
*lines in italics are from Jane Eyre
Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter?
Because I fear
For the warm skin
Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!
It's sand, mud and dirt
but some see the blue beyond
and call it a beach.
She almost forgets.
Summer nights still taste like smoke
and fireflies still dance.
Comments
Visual and powerful.
thanks!
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