I have to be up at 6 and should be sleeping but instead I changed the style of my blog again!
Check it out! It’s a little more casual, definitely more bold. Not completely sold on the heading picture yet, might go buy some pomelos and the appropriate colored paper and redo it since the photo’s not technically my art.
If you love me and care about my well-being, tell me what you think!
because i don’t really know what else to do right now.
internet week starts for me tomorrow and there’s a distinct possibility that i might be at the tomorrowland premiere in new york tomorrow night though.
fingers crossed.
I’m not covering the 5th day today because I’m tired.
Our fourth friend came to join us!
Come back tomorrow for more information!
icing sugar on fragile crumb and soft snow on the ground and the scatter of dandelion seeds and buttercup petals do not touch where
there is dust on a shriveled rose
in the frowning houses, none of the cold, quiet places
no one goes;
where dust sits like cinder on a comfortable chair
no glint of a spark
in the air and
dust moves like a cloud
swallowing the sun
as the windows gape open
moaning loud.
i don’t even want to write this
it’s being forced out of my fingers
unmolded putty with its slick trail
greasy droplets linger.
As I continue to wait for the package from Surrender to Chance whose address I botched (twice, technically, but hopefully the second one doesn’t count), and for school to begin inundating me with responsibility, and for my new job to start, and for my life as a fully-fledged adult to maybe finally begin, I sit sleepy, with too much energy to lay down, and too little energy to get up.
tired, cold, and hungry
because it’s as pervasive as
an irregular chord stuck in your head
the notes in panic, staff lines shuddering,
accidentals like scalpels and dynamics in rhythm
only with the screech and screams of Doppler-like thoughts and Doppler-like pain and Doppler-like fear back and forth and back and forth and
the cacophony makes cold feet hurt tripping along.
reheated coffee
i’m just hungry
just hungry for a rich life and success that can not come will not come when i am full
when i am full of fear and unrest and failure and i want
to throw up, first, because i cannot
swallow it down.
Pomelo girl thoughts 