I sit in the freezer section to write; I’m that cool.
I can smell his cuddles on my clothes.
(I said I didn’t need this).
Woolworths, if you proudly support no tobacco day, why do you sell cigarettes?
Shiny happy people; Squeaky maroon thongs.
I don’t have much else to say, I’ve given away myself again. The emotions are designed to compromise. Weather the yearning. Forget about the sweet smelling, affectionate, drug-addled boy. Business as usual.
I let my head fall to the side. I feel tender about the grass, and myself. In the absence of another, I am the other, and I’m familiar.
The mountain’s clouded and, for the first time, I recognise it. I recognise this place. I greet it bravely though it intimidates me. I think of what it would be like to live with the land, as the people who were here before did, rather than on it, as my house is. Live with it at night, and recognise it always, as I do now.
My knees ache with the cold, and I continue my walk home.
I walk toward the mountain. I dance and I meow and I inhabit the night, as I did when I was a child, as I do anything which allows me space.
Other stories from another time and place echo, of bandaid boys, and I wonder. Bandaids cause things to become stagnant and fester, if not changed. And I suppose that’s the moral, allow them to protect you from the harsh elements while you are raw (like from the- otherwise soothing- sting of running water), but dont keep them around as though they were part of your skin.
The witching hour strikes, and I have eaten the pumpkin. I trip; it begins to rain. The mountain is no longer visiable, I am part of the cloud.
I am of this earth, but not for this earth, I am not sure exactly what for.
Hood up, head down.
Here I will put a list, moment to moment, of gratitude.
1. 8/6/12 My laptop restarts and connects me to the world.
2. It is freezing and my blankets hug me without fail.
3. My fingers dance across the keyboard, expressing me easily, fluidly. Thank you fingers.
4. I ingested eucalyptus oil in quanitity accidentally on purpose. Thanks charcoal capsules, you rock my world.
5. 9/6 Downward dog
6. in the sun
7. the grass hugs my belly.
8. I write a blog about sugar, and am thankful for the intelligent and wise people who existed before me.
9. 10/6 I am finishing my last uni assignment for quite a while.. Thank you laptop for me do this in bed
10. Tony O’Connor keeps me calm and centred during late-night last-minute assignments.
11. study break, flat on my back: My chandelier is pretty.
12. At 6am I decide to stay awake and work rather than go to bed. The sound of rain soothes me.
13. It’s raining, and I didn’t get any sunshine today. Thank god for another day.
14. The buses aren’t running, it’s a happy dawdle home, like i used to
15. I dance and my feet remember what my mother paid to teach me
16. Forehead to a tree with the knowledge, I breathe out and it breathes in…