it brings on many changes

Today, my oldest friend literally told me "I'm giving up on you." I wanted to laugh at her. Yes, it's the thing to do. Anyone with any sense does eventually. And I give up too. I'm going to be twenty seven on Sunday. I'm so superstitious about wishes, and I've always wished for the same thing for the last two years: birthday candles, wishbones, stray eyelashes. I take them so seriously. I never tell, because then it won't come true, you know?  But I have nothing left, and there's nothing more dangerous than a girl with nothing to lose. I'm going to post it here because now I see it's so stupid, pathetic, and so, so childish, and I want to remember. Don't let it be the last time. Don't let it be the last time. Don't let it be the last time. 

About today

climb north, toward midnight

I walk through my life as though I were a bookmark, a holder of place,

An overnight interruption

                                          in somebody else's narrative.

What is it that causes this?

What is it that pulls my feet down, and keeps on keeping my eyes

       fixed to the ground?

Whatever the answer, it will start

                                                    the wolf pack down from the mountain,

The raven down from the tree.

from Nine-Panel Yaak River Screen

Charles Wright

About today

don't look at me, I'm only breathing

I've been meaning to post for a while. As it happens, I even have a couple dull pictures.

Woke the log balrog

Candle cleaning accident

Waynesboro

Keezletown

Hanging around.