seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ediths when i was little, i watched my mom peel apples with a small paring knife. that was all i longed to do in life: cut apples perfectly with my own two hands, leaving behind a curving tail of skin. that was all. how'd i get so paranoid? i don't walk by mirrors in the dark because i'm afraid of bloody mary. i thought i had a grade-school crush on a boy in my shakespeare class but then i peered in closer and saw something rotting away. i don't see faces, i just see hurt. these photographs are taking me away again--i remember when my best friend wrote a poem about the camera that was taking you away and a quiet recipe box. i want thin words, thin dreams to coat me again, nothing too strong, too suffocating, i looked up my professor's life and saw his wife was named edith. it is such a lovely name. we should just name our imaginary band edith and sing songs about blue raincoats and have people accuse us of ripping off tori amos and i promise i will never wear all black and smoke before we go onstage and i will always thank the audience twice. 00:00 - 31 August, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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