15.2.10
regarding monday's trip to the old barn.
a story out of tune, wet grass between your toes. it's always the same in here. i climbed an icy hill towards that broken down barn and fell and hit my knee hard. it didn't bleed, but later turned into a dirty purple bruise and it hurt to walk for days. later, when i found the photographs they were different than how i remembered taking them, and the sun was different too... brighter. the wallpaper in the house wasn't peeling as much and the floors seemed more stable. the worst thing was that i couldn't hear the curtains hitting the empty window frames.
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8.12.09
thinking of summer

the winter storm is coming tonight. so i'll think about bunches of rocks tied in big leaves and camping at the lake
until i'm ready to accept it.
until i'm ready to accept it.
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