seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- incomparable dreams we were okay at night and in dreams that seemed more like nightmares: driving along deserted roads along the little river in wakulla county- the branches of dogwood trees sweeping the shoulder of the highway. i could feel the soft dirt, packed in through layers of soil and red georgia clay. and my grandfather's pone cornbread was hot to the touch, broken into pieces and eaten with the hands. but during the daylight, when we were awake, i could not stop time or control the monotonous hours from colliding into one another: i folded towels carefully and twisted them into sagging turbans on my head, measuring the wingspan of my outstretched arms as i followed an invisible path across the room. and laughed with my teeth shaking all over my mouth. unafraid but not alive to the touch. 12:55 - 08 June, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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