Saturday, July 04, 2009

We'd Get Out If We Knew Just How (With the Radio On)

untitled, by bruno miguel

We all have something we were supposed to be out there doing. I get that. and yet, there it is. my paintbrushes stiff, my canvases all moldy in a basement somewhere, and I'm sitting in my perfectly clean apartment wearing whitening strips and balancing my checkbook.

like an watch alarm or a piece of string. thank you athena for reminding me with your writing where it is i was suppose to be.

http://neverwalkedinhighheels.com/2009/07/her-portrait-of-me/

1 Comments:

At 12:20 AM, Blogger Jake said...

Whoa... That's the way Love works sometimes... Necessarily in the dark, urging softly and unknowably by instinct alone.

 

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