A sunset rocked me. It was not an obligatory; “i may never see the dark spill over jerusalem again so I will soak in every second” moments. It was simply one of those skies that startled me. Unexpectedly rattled me to my core. A landscape splashed with a golden rose, impossibly magical hue, which only presents itself when we need it most.
“imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” .lewis carroll (alice in wonderland)
Elton John: 1970
Gifted to me by Kevin Wortman
Acquired in 2014 on the corner of Haight and Ashbury
my mister bought me this pretty book while we were antiquing in st. johnsbury, vermont. we stumbled into a mom and pop bookstore (my favorite kind) and spent some time browsing the tiny literary haven. i instantly fell head over heels for the velvety cover.
she cried. tears pooling in the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes; begging me to help her. sneak her out when the nurses turned their backs. feeling like she was falling, she clutched and clawed at the bed.
i feel that old, familiar, sinking feeling rise up through my veins, slowly taking over my nervous system and drowning any trace of my true self.
i feel an intense yearning to be outside lately. i need to feel sand in my toes, wind in my hair, and dirt between my fingers. at the end of the day i want to be exhausted, sweaty, and dirty.
“beyond just writing about falling in love and out of love and wanting to do certain things and going out and partying and all the things that i grew up writing about, i want to write about deeper things.” .joan jett
like the paper thin skin of her hands, my grandmother’s eyes are almost transparent. i watch as they frantically dart around the room, desperate to focus and meet my gaze. they are pleading; begging me to understand a lifetime of tiny memories, of regrets, of little vignettes frozen in time.
“where’s your will to be WEIRD?” .jim morrison