This is when I am happy: when what I do conveys who I am, epitomizes me even; when I am doing the sort of thing I do when I am brave and joyous and certain; when I am exactly who I want to be and living just the way that I am meant, essence-outward, to live.
Her? Yes, that one — the girl walking the line of roofs with a dead flower in her hair, fedora between her teeth as she climbs a fence, candy bracelet and cut-up fingers, eating a cupcake perched outside the library like the stone lion that never came, knees pulled up on the subway, scribbling away as worlds whirl by.
I pass my barefoot verdict on life:
whelming, with not an over or under in sight.
*big smiles*
ReplyDeleteLuuuuuurve. :)
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ReplyDeleteYou have very nice feet.
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Gorgeous post.
ReplyDeletebeautiful! i really love your stream-of-consciousness writing. it's so you. or rather, what i perceive about you :)
ReplyDeleteI'll give you thoughtified if I can have whelming.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you finished this post- so beautiful!
ReplyDeletethis does seem very stream of consciousness, like it very much, as I was reading it the image played in my head. very cool
ReplyDeleteI heart you.
ReplyDelete*Whelming*
ReplyDeleteLoved it.
You've been blogrolled.
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