Red ribbons,
Wrapped around her arms,
Like bandages,
Billow in the breeze.
Nimbly,
They flutter in the wind,
With every step,
Every breath she takes,
They sting.
Like the dull ache,
Of an old wound,
Like falling off your bicycle,
For the first time,
Skinning your knees,
On the gray,
Spiteful pavement.
On cue, she pirouettes,
Birds chirping in the distance,
Seem to applaud her every move,
With the beautiful songs they were born with,
And the horrendous songs theyve learned.
Horns could cut through the breeze,
For all she cared,
But a birdy car horn,
Is something she didnt have in mind.
The red ribbon,
F
I'm listening to Appleseeds by Vio/Mire (also known as Brendan Glasson...also known as my brother).
It reminds me of his graduation from Hampshire last year I think it was? That day was so rainy & chilly. It was perfect for a return to the Northeast; just what I needed.
It also makes me think of fire pits & organic farms & burning wooden furniture from a house that didn't belong to us & doggies & alcohol & bicycles & yellow rain jackets & mods & campfire songs with ALL of my siblings in one place.
I miss them all. I really really do. I got to the Hampshire campus & immediately fell in love. I wanted to go there with all of my heart; now? I
Mmm
I'm grace
and I love amber
because she is so hot and awesome.
and i mean HOT.
HAWT STUFF.
Shhhh.
She doesn't know what I really think of her.
IT'S A SECRET.
LALALALALALALALALA
YOUKILELAUGH!