Photographs by Micheal Rogers, January 2006.
When I woke up this morning, this was the girl that I remembered. This was the girl who walked, chin up, faithless and fearless and still so quiet. So patient. Calm. Fists open, fingers stretched out, completely saturated in nothing but love. Not an ounce of hate, not a single drop. She was for the most part pleasing. Her skin was clear and young. Her hair was made of hollow gold. Free-like, but heavy. Her eyes were so blue, so goddamn blue. They were tiny carriers of only the morning skies rather than those deceiving oceans. She knew the brass tracks, the chapter and verse of everything. She was not afraid. She was so strong. She was intangible, and now she's invisible and I've set out to find her, and bring her back, for good.I will not falter.
2 comments:
So you're not the girl you used to be AND you wake up in other people's bodies?! That sounds like a triangular problem. And inconvenient as fuck too. Ya know, you might wanna look into the possibility of you having a twin you don't know about? That's what went down in the movie "I Know Who Killed Me" starring Lindsay Lohan. Her piano teacher got pissed. Do you play piano? Ya know its never too late to start. Notes make chords. -ryan drury
ryan, you're my hero.
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