hollow.
i’m sorry god, it must be frustrating, watching me.
hollow. belongs to the following groups:
All Out Emotion and in-between‘i’m a tightrope walker’, she said. ‘there has always been a very thin line between sanity and the other side. i don’t know which way i’ll fall.’
‘i have no balance,’ i sigh. ‘i think maybe it’s my inner ear, i must’ve gotten knocked too much when i was younger. i no longer wonder which way i’ll fall, just how hard i’ll hit.’
she closes her eyes. her wrists are too thin. they make me nervous.
i suddenly regret spending all my money on licorice and cigarettes, but i’ve never been a forward thinker.
if everyone jumped off a bridge, i think i would too.
‘how will you manage?’ she asks. ‘you’re awfully fragile. what if it’s too much?’
‘when everyone is guilty, the only crime is getting caught,’ i say, remembering something i read once and going over my teeth one by one with my tongue.
we used to wear our fathers’ boots, tramp around in the snow until we couldn’t feel our fingertips anymore. we grew up fast. there really was only one direction to go.
i think about all the bridges i know of.
how fast could we get there if we ran?
natapee
as per usual you paint portraits of stumbling and fumbling and making glorious mistakes and I watch and absorb every word. x
abigailswallow replied
thank you
x
Yasemin Sumner 3 minutes ago
love your words. you have a blog anywheres?
Genevieve Robey less than a minute ago
Fantastic. Love it.