Saturday, July 9, 2011

Why I never wait by the phone

Because at sixteen I wrote this in between breaks of frantically pacing the floor of my room while waiting for the boy I liked to call

Odilon Redon's Ophelia
Me at 16

For him I’m flames on the ocean and any thought of him sweeps me up as frenzied northern wind on wild fire
I burn and boil the water scalding the fish
I’m mayhem near cataclysmic

Violent, no?
My love my care,

1 comment:

  1. This is not an option for me cause my phone is attached to my body at all time. Love my phone,can't be without it. Sighzzz.