7/18/09

nite

the night is a color much like ash. thick and grey like the fog i drove through on my way home. i was near the ocean earlier, driving through wavy roads, wanting to touch the reeds. the leaf was a miscellaneous object soon to nest in pocket then hung barely like unskirted knees. night can be fluorescent like a head ache, leaky drones of a faucet and eyes needing to be scratched. night brings nerves of a break in and wishes of more blanket to have. sometimes it's just dull and jealous of violet, plotting escapades like mad. and sometimes night is sad and lonely with not a friend in the land. usually i enjoy a full night alone with time for whispers and sillyness, happy to fall asleep in the stillness before others realize it's dawn.

forks are hard to admit. i haven't truly been faced with one in awhile.



this is what i look like at night by the way... like some basketcase who is kidnapping herself.



what are you listening to lately?
catching the melody in everything is so sweetly exhausting.

3 comments:

  1. your writing, it was always fantastic before and always inspiring and lately it seems to have gotten even more so.. i know i'm slightly biased but this what you wrote here is lovely. i love the part about the night being jealous of violet and plotting escapedes.

    i know something about forks, is there one coming up in the bend?

    when you kidnap yourself where do you go?

    i'm listening to a lot of the same stuff actually. i havent had my laptop running in awhile and i had a phone that had a bit of my music on it like 95 songs or so.. but yikes. i've listened to that a lot. i really like kimya dawson, also the whole juno soundtrack really.. bright eyes, regina specktor, the shins, garbage, elliot smith --i'm sure there is something i'm leaving out. honestly most of the music i love now in some ways has something to do with you from the music you've shared with me.

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  2. you draw it out of me + i've been pent up creatively so perhaps we are at this very moment traveling within an explosion. that kind of excitement can't last, can it?

    that's the only way i can explain. at least for now as sleepy as i am.

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  3. i'm trying not to think about the length of time...

    i suppose it's in part denial but also because i don't like to think of endings.. & yeah.. right now i'm enjoying the interchange.

    i've felt more inspired than i've felt in a long time.

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