Again I’m opening my eyes to sunlight. Trapdoor imagery of light falling into a black hole forever, that’s how it feels on my skin. I’m pale and I glow with it. I need an event horizon. Suction of warmth, I’m a little animal crying for heat. I hear it’s raining again in California.
Dressed in blue with gold hair, it’s like I time-warped. I will step outside and find dead birds on the sidewalk, I will step outside and be sixteen. I feel somehow like it’s time to go sailing again. Barefoot against white hull, pulling the ropes with my weight. Suspended over the water, leaning, wind.
Gavin is arriving on the 22nd. The party is on Saturday, the 26th.
Time to celebrate the moment where I laid eyes on happiness, comfort and cream. There was a porch, an interesting place, between earth and sky. Something solid and something high in the air. The skilled ladyjaida posted a piece today which has instilled a deep delicious need for painfully expensive chocolates. I think it might be about time to create a kitchen again, to spend afternoons concocting my decadent desserts, my painfully rich chocolate fantasies.