Baby dog! XD
The Dead Narrator
Like everything else, this blog is always changing.
So Happy I Could Die
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The moment when you realize you aren’t “her,” and it’s alright.
Today is one of those days I feel like singing.
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Something small, something frail, something frozen…
A butterfly on a sidewalk one cold night. The frost did him in. Tragic figure, and in the moment I’m seized by something within. The butterfly moves on still wings, becomes a metaphor. And I am reminded of how the delicate and fragile cannot exist in an environment so hostile.
This made me think of you…
My sweets, you will be the death of me.
I gotta feeling…
And happy songs make me sad. Not because they are happy, but because I was sad the first time I heard them. Something about those cold, grey days of tile and isolation, no amount of time can erase them…
Stick thin thighs and eyes open wide. Just the smallest taste counted against my waist. It was October and I stared in the mirror everyday, wishing I could always be this way.
You see, I was trying to appease the invisible man, thinking maybe I could make him love me. But I was the invisible girl and he never really existed, so what was I thinking?
Just a desperate wish of a mislead girl. Yes, a girl. I was just a girl at the time. Alone, dazed, and confused.
And now I’m a woman. Strong and vibrant. Just as confused, but unwilling to take any abuse. If I’m alone it’s because I want to be, and I no longer crave your company.
My, my how things have changed…but not the song. Because it opens a portal, loops me back in time when I was small and frail. I don’t like thinking about those days.
Lost Keys
WOW.
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