i could, but i isn't.
stories of a constantly-pained individual.
03 May 2008
sleepwalking
I am telling you. Saturdays do smell different. In an cool, opiate haze you want to be entangled in those lazy curls forever. Just like her hair. Right after she'd washed it.
Mmmm, nice. Reminds me of a recurring dream that filled the nights of my days of ideals, my yearning for an illusive form cut uniquely to fit my key-shaped space that, when filled, would unbolt the door to bliss.
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visual, very visual!
Mmmm, nice. Reminds me of a recurring dream that filled the nights of my days of ideals, my yearning for an illusive form cut uniquely to fit my key-shaped space that, when filled, would unbolt the door to bliss.
I love this image.
You're waxing poetic throughout the year..the imagery is very vivid...feelin cooler already..and its a scorcher today...
:)
THis reminds me of the smell of hair that is dried in the sun after washing. It is peculiar. But nice. LIke Saturdays.
Awesome. The cadence and timing of your writing hits me in a great way.
which saturday? what curls?
whose hair? what kind of
shampoo?
sundays smell different too:)
gaiza - u bet it is. from the vault of precious memory it lies immortalised.
missalister - how do you write like that? sigh. the door to bliss. if only...
kim - hey. look who's here. i wonder how busy you are now with the little bundle demanding all your time.
bg - was surprisingly. and i am glad i can work like an online air conditioner. one of my other Hero traits, i assume. :)
devil mood - and that one too.
radiotooth - i was thinking of the same thing. how someone's timing can be so apt to someone else, far removed. physically at least. but i like it.
maddie - this saturday. her curls in her hair. and i agree about sundays :) especially rose tinted ones like yours - so happy.
So much in such a less space--this is one of your wow posts...
woah! talk about luuurve, man! wonderful word painting, that!
bet ur saturday was as beautiful!
hmm...shampoo. yum....
A lot more Saturdays have passed us by since your last post. Where you at?
Do you know what possibilities you have unfurled with this one depiction. :))
I am an accident waiting to happen, I can tell.
You are being missed sir. I tried but I had to give in to tell you.
where ARE you....you've disappeared....anyway, I put some pics on the blog, i'd be honoured if you'd check....
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