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I think I was underwater when I first came to. clear, clear ocean. There were seaweeds and anemones but mostly shiny open tubes of lipstick, candy pinks, reds, creamy corals. It was so hard nto to lick them. I felt big but my body was so small then. I danced in the water and dug my feet into the wet sand.
I must have blinked or turned around because there were lots of kids and I knew I was small. I hid in the woods. I must have laid in that field of lavender and clovers for a long time because when I stood up it felt too fast and I kept standing higher and higher My skin almost fell off and I had to catch my heart. There were no more woods but just all of these silly hexagons and rhombuses saying things like “this is the real world†and “what are you doing with your lifeâ€. But then it was New Years Eve! All of the kids had found me! Everyone was clinking glasses and getting drunk on bubbles and laughing. The room was filled with the feeling of touching bodies and tongues in so many mouths. I danced and danced and looked into all of their eyes. I had to catch my heart again.
Then, I was walking down the city streets and looking into the rows of lit windows. Each compartment had it’s own universe of slippery lovers or parties and dresses or loneliness. Within that universe laid that so many more infinite universes!
I wake up alone. I don’t remember how I got home.
I wish I could keep all of right now! The colors of the walls, the people i get pressed against in backseats. I wanna remember all of this! all the songs, all of your eyes or be able to explain why we wore that.
it is the feeling only we are left with and really only the feeling that ever really mattered.
It feels soft and intense.
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