a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








washing away/anew


maybe this time i am choking on conceit. i've got blinders on;; blocking out the sad with pretty things, pretty things. austrian crystal necklaces, dark-brown-cordouroy hats, pastel clothing, shimmery shadows & oh-so-glossy lips. yes these blinders stop the pain;; temporarily stop the pain.

everything is passing away now. sun sets sooner now. the chilling lullaby of the crickets on indian summer nites will rock us to sleep soon.

and above the death of it all floats tid bits of freshness, newness. etches & sketches of hope, they are barely there;; but the only thing that matters is that they are there.


written on 2003-08-02 at 10:26 p.m.

she / lost