don't walk away

in a moment of insanity she had stood before the mirror and chopped the tangles off... he had held onto them long enough...

she drove through the morning fog and let the cold wind play havoc with her hair... myriad thoughts of him surrounded her... she felt strangely free... she felt like the white headed eagle's he had always sent her... morose in it's freedom..

"Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush,

overpowering, gives the final push

A false sincerity, a liar and a thief,

my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief

Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial,

but can you run all your life..."

- Poets of the Fall

a high and a half...

vanilla... she's started loving the smell...

jiving alone on a stormy night under the stars as her vanilla scented hair played around and kissed her nose she has a sly smile.. only she knows where she has been...

she anticipates now... she's less afraid to hope coz she's reached an acceptance...

wishing on a shooting star as she lights the lamp made of old guitar strings with a candle in it (yes.. vanilla again) she knows that this is a feeling that will never fade...

will it..?

"It's hard to breathe in the city

It's easier to drink

Come to my house, we'll sit in the dark

And try not to think

About the green fields, the way the land feels"

- Dawn Landes

and they sat there talking of their utopia's little realizing how close they had become... she stood their scared and wondering as her mind did li'l somersaults... it was uncertain... she did not want to break away...

dove

and so she let her stars break and fall... they showered on her in bits and pieces... but on a cold night on her terrace she saw the supernova she had been waiting for...

she's woken up to a dull winter sun and a cold winter breeze... she's woken up to peace and silence in her heart... she's woken up knowing she experienced her champagne supernova...

the homecoming

and she's surrounded by sounds yet she hears her own voice.. crystal..

she looks on in a crowd and see's her shadows... lost

she lets the breeze play wanton with her hair and tries to smile from deep within... she figure's it's gonna be a long time coming..

hiatus

'sounds of silence'

past the neon lights

and sometimes you know there are too many cobwebs... there's too many strings...

she was there... and she knew this was one of those moments where change would set into motion... from her hair color to her silences... she couldn't explain it... like on a rainy night as a puddle splashes by and a bat flies too low... like on a cloudy summer day it's just the right shade of purple at sunset... like she opens the door and a raven stares through the dense green of the trees... like a log cabin with the fireplace aglow...

this was big.