Today we’ll discuss elephants sipping tea from china teacups decorated with the most darling of English roses. A soiree of elephants. Elephants in saris. With bindi and ajhumka.Just the one.
I’ve been alive 28 years, some months and miscellaneous moments. I have been compounded into the person I am by the choices I have not made. Oh yes. Tonight at midnight I will sneak out of my room, pitter patter soft as danger cooling his heels outside his beloved’s room and then I will go stare at a sky that never has any stars. Where did the stars go? Did anyone else note their mass exodus?
I had these dreams, turgid dreams, swollen with hope and something else. This is me trying out my writing on again to see if it still fits after so many months of absolute silence. It does. I’m still this helter-skelter all over oblivious girl. Woman. I’m too old to refer to myself as a girl, aren’t I? Anyway. Ah yes, trying my writing on for size and it stills fits.
Now. I hate the shrill sound of the phone. I feel like it tethers me to this life. To responsibilities I no longer want. I feel like shutting myself up and I’m doing that. Summer is a bad time though. Summer makes me want to breathe.