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wet
she felt the rush as she stood on the edge, and peered at the ravine and she felt impossibly tiny and the rain fell above her, and her face was wet and shined under the night sky and she closed her eyes and took a step fell
wet
damn it i love you rain drops falling and windows are cloudy and umbrellas are vibrant in umber and nothingness and i see clouds and I see your face and we have nothing in common but i kiss you anyways because that's what we do when it's raining and you're next to me
fawn
daylight breaks on the brink of a horizon that isn't quite there yet the fog rolls in and out in a never ending pattern and the fawn stands blinks his eyes and waits
instrumental
instrumentals dancing and humming through her mind like the whir of a clock all in precision time the smooth sounds of imperfection as blisters and bruises formed and she felt weightless under the warmth of the sun
abstract
she squinted towards the slants of light coming through the stained glass as it made bright patterns on the stained linoleum it was abstract something not quite there but somehow- it meant something maybe just because she imagined there was hidden meaning or maybe just because
epiphany
it swirled into consciousness in bursts of grey light streamed down her cheeks in droplets and tears filled the hollow hole in the back of her heart with something not quite there but slightly resembling that light at the end of a tunnel
edge
on the edge of the shelf sat the bottle reflecting glints of gold in the late summer afternoon she stared, and waited and wanted and reach let go, and it shattered, spilled all over the floor
braid
when we're teenagers, we think our lives are intertwined braided, like the cornsilk row that cascaded down her back when she was small she distractedly touches her now shorn hair and wipes the tears from her eyes and waits
half
two halves of a whole? love is infinite to anyone who shuts their eyes and holds tight onto nothing and as she keeps pulling, on what she thought was always going to be hers the string snapped the balloon floated away a tiny speck on the horizon nothing.
playground
and every afternoon he would sit on the last swing on the right the one above the puddle and next to the blades of grass fighting against the smothering asphalt and he would pick at his peanut butter and jelly watch his classmates run and the little girl with the red glasses and the shy smile and he would wait until he could fit in too.
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on this day 15 years ago
Annie wrote about chance
“he told me to close my eyes and take a chance so i shut my eyes till i could see the translucence of my eyelids pink like shells at the edge of the sea and we dived into the waves that swept us a…”
the words Annie reaches for
eyeslovetearslightmindcrushagainstheartsunblueloststopfillingwatershelfcolor