woah
spinninggggg and feeling the big wide space in front of me like the foggy green fields. the space between me and everyone... being ok with it and being ok with being sad about it. its these unsolvable questions I guess. they even come up on my tv. can you help someone who won't be helped? when does stepping away turn into cruelty and when is it preservation... when is it hiding versus space? when is it self censorship over listening? when is it separateness, where do I end and you begin.
spinning spinning like pottery and shells.... don't think you know how much everyone falls in love with you (or maybe you do) and yes, this is a puzzle nobody will solve.
here is some more writing nobody will read. when I return. green door. dusting cobwebs off my heart, moments of pain and bursting, leaving bittersweet laughing on black and white film and I love you on my lips. trees all shed their leaves and the roads turned all yellow and orange. shining in the rain. doing our nails like little girls, it wrenched up and twisted my heart. coiled like tree branches, weighed down and bowing, near breaking. I don't know if you understand how much it meant.