Wednesday, April 16, 2008

At the cemetery gates, In the dress your husband hates.

I'm not a brilliant writter, I know that. You're not a perfect love.
It just breaks my heart that the things that matter most are unreliable.
Our concept of the perfect world is a mess, during life.

Today, I noticed that maybe we should stop talking and just listen.
Listen to our bodies, to our hearts, to the world around us.

I saw the most heart breaking things today.
I was walking through the cemetery to think. It was calm, I was calm.
It was just me and the silence of the world around.
It was like having new breath into your body.
Among me, fallen soilders, fathers, mothers, lovers, family and children.
Children being put in the ground broke me from my thoughts.
It was hard to imagin just the thought of what it would be like to do this.

I have no words for my feeling...it was one of the worst I've felt.
I walked away and took another trail, following a car this time up a path.The Car stopped.
I stopped.
An older lady got out of the car, she saw me. I saw her.
We both had that same look on our faces as she turned away and began walking across the ground.
I felt rude to watch,but I couldn't look away.

I watched her say a prayer for the site infront of her. Her heart still feeling love for the one below.
I cried.I cried a lot.
I felt for the woman infront of me.
I felt a release being here in this moment and time seeing this.

I feel as if I needed this afternoon realization about the world, how it can defeat you and put you away. But you can overcome it.
Someone will always love you.Someone will always be there.
Don't give up Zosia. You can do this.
Its not over yet.
"...And then she said she can't believe, genius only comes along in storms of
fabled foreign tongues tripping eyes, and flooded lungs. Northern downpour sends its love"

Fuck Foreplay!

A message from a boy:
-via text-

I would thrust your box off.

Brilliant? Ha.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Dizzy

I'm so fucking worried.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

What a view!

YA! $250.00 Later, and we await the acceptance to our new place. Please let this happen..PLEASE!