I remember when we were eighteen- we planned a life of madness for ourselves. Of silent shadows that softly intruded on the grace of a western night- shadows are wise. What if we follow our shadows? Instead of them following us? Where will we end up?
We were strange girls. Small and wrought of pure energy and laughter. That was eight years ago. Before the plagues of mind. Before the gutter of certain neurosis- eating disorders, anxiety, codependency, and the most charming of them all….true love. But what happened to the showers of stars raining down? Well, the waves caught them and hold them close still, as a coin purse, and forever I will make way to the sea to clearly see myself, to laugh with guileless abandon, then hectic glee as salt takes the fever from me. "I shall not fear, fear is the tiny death that causes total obliteration…"
The coin purse of love. The coin purse of laughter. When the season sheds her skin we are exhaled, left naked and secret to pad our way around. There are humans everywhere, little crowd pushing into each other, crushing one another like small violets, like blue velvet. The street smells of onions and hotdogs. Years later we find our plan still unfolding. Not even we know how deeply we embedded the Diamond. Diamonds are forever. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. We smoke them and sing. We were strange girls. I gather from side glances we may still be. They do not believe in our age. We hold it under our skirts, small petticoat of years to fall back on and breathe. But not a clutter, never overwhelming, grace sheds our skin for us. There are many people in the world. I let go of my shield and now I see the fragile parts, and more of the strength in all. Playing, laughing, tap on cement. I am so happy the dream stayed with us. Love Love Love. (Wavey Wilma)
3 comments:
dude. BEAUTY!
i remember you from a super shy distance.
i love you.
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