I'm doing a small friends cut, mostly people
that don't update or I don't know
very well. I'm a bit paranoid.
Please don't take it personal.
if you ever want to reach me ;
moonpetal @ gmail . com = email
email@example.com = msn
I swore there was a map on your hands,
streets on your palms, north and south
touching your fingertips, your scarred
wrists. I wanted to shuffle through life
reading your map, but you clenched your
fists tightly: part fear, the other
foolish bravery. To fight through
everything blindfolded and smiling.
He was your oxygen, and he gave you
the infection. Everynight you would
spit on his photograph and then
apologize with hot salty tears. There
really was no consoling you. Sometimes
I dug my fingers into my wrists to see
what it feels like to always be aware
of a sharp dull pain, keeping your eyes
open, keeping your mouth trembling.
It was a never ending loop. Your death, and
my armour I wore to close up the outside
world. I had no maps, you weren't even scattered
among the stars, like you promised. Your
lips were cracking, but you had sworn it.
And now there was dust on my fingertips,
the very last memory of you.
Days, these days..
. It was 102 degrees at the zoo the other day. They had me stationed at the butterfly exhibit, when it got to 100 the volunteers inside got to leave, and we had to go inside for them. It felt like I was in Costa Rice, butterflies brushing over my head, the heat so intense it melts in my throat. I got sleepy, sluggish, I watched catterpillar's in their Chrysallises struggling to emerge with wings. It was so hot. Even riding the bus home was exhausting at the end of the day. I felt half delirious.
. The next day I floated in Kody's grandma's pool. I spent hours diving under with fake fins and underwater bubbles leaving my lips. Kody's grandparents live in the country, surrounded by green lush fields, a deep forest, and a perfect view of Mt. Hood dusted with clouds.
. I stumbled over a gate a couple days ago at the zoo, and flew a couple feet down hill. My left elbow is badly scraped, I felt like I was 10 years old again. It stung the whole evening, I bruised up my knees, my arms, I banged up my hand.
. Work, I really love work. I mean it is work so, I get bored, tired, but it is a great environment. I meet hundreds of different people every day. I recieve loads of smiles. I never know where they will have me, yesterday I was running this 3d thrill ride by iworks. I felt like a theme park employee, Kody keeps calling me a carny.
. Cuddles & cotton candy kisses & fresh oregon strawberries = ♥
at the zoo, this man was talking to me about how he goes and takes photos of the wolves & hands out free photos to people. He's been going there for years, he lets anyone call him Grandpa George or G.G. He has his leg missing from the knee down. He was eccentric and amusing. I really enjoyed talking with him.
He gave me a photo he took, of a wolf. I'm going to put it on my wall, I think.
Tomorrow, so very exhausted, and melting in this heat.