a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
look at this goddamned little girl.
(posted on Friday, October 2 by eii wyy nae.)
“take a hip flask”, he told me. so we drove until we could see the sea. “take a hip flask”, he told me. the grass was a patchwork of all the green i had ever seen. “take a hip flask”, so we drove until we could see the sea, the cliff now sleeps on the sand. “take a hip flask” - so we drove until we could see the sea, the water hungrily eats up my toes.
he told me. the grass was a patchwork of all the green i had ever seen. he told me, “wyy, your voice is just too loud”.
the grass was a patchwork of all the green i had ever seen; as i stare at horizon i realize it was never as straight as i thought it was. the cliff now sleeps on the sand, the water hungrily eats up my toes, “wyy, your voice is just too loud”, as i stare at the horizon realizing it was never as straight as i thought.
exhale.
september 29th afternoon thanks to erna for the day. i cried a little throughout the convo. i felt rather embarrassed or should i say mortified when i did several flashbacks to erna; as if things were back then. as if he is with me. as if i am still the girl he owned. i smiled, i giggled as i was flashing things back. deep inside i miss those moments too much. & up till today, this day nothing between us i’ve erased. i can count on one hand the times i’ve truly been left physically breathless by you. many, many have come close,very close. i am seldom this moved. until today, only one.
i am in mind of that prayer.
& you can say whatever you wish to BOY.
Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.
Labels: cliff, hip flask, horizon, patchwork, toes.
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