Monday, May 25, 2009
sometimes you make me cry
im trying not to be nervous about the art show.
which is difficult, as it seems that being nervous is what i do best.
time is escaping too rapidly. im going to wear a shiny red dress.
i havent painted in ages. i felt a blockade in my hands and my head.
i want to go dark. say goodbye to pastels for a while. focus intently.
dark gemstones and open palms and Colosseum marble.
leopards on leashes, vials of green poison, boys devoured by sadness.
girls who nurse and mend. romeo dreaming of juliet. boys thoughts, not girls ones.
yesterday was a mushroom day. when you wake up and behind your eyes is grey and you feel puffy and slow and you cant really see anything in front of you properly unless you focus real hard, and stay out of the sunlight.
but, with much happiness, i put aside the mushroom mood and saw my falcon gang. no banana pies, but brownies and burgerlicious instead.
new girls, zine fair, white rabbit, bouncing ball, train fare, strange hugs.
my heart is full of love for friends.
i feel glad that i will have such snappy shoulders to cry on (if need be) when wednesday night rolls around.
how do you stop a cat from drinking out of your glass of water?
and how do you stop a cat from putting his paws in your soup?