“Happy,” I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception — especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive…
(Source: gh0stwritings, via erynchaney)
I walked down a street that smelt of warm and wet cement form the short summer rain earlier in the day – toward the sound of the cars speeding on the highway just blocks away, otherwise uncertain of where I was going. I was trying to escape the 8pm on a Sunday feeling that had struck me at 9:30pm on a Thursday. The street was dark and empty, but lined with houses full of families, which made me, myself, feel empty and alone.
I passed the park where years ago I’d spent countless hours drinking and smoking pot with friends, boyfriends, strangers. I considered stopping for a moment, to wash myself in the memories of vodka slushies and kissing boys I barely knew but I didn’t, because it was not my park anymore. It now belonged to the 14 year olds that are 14 now. I kept on toward the hum of the highway.
Mermaid with her screeching eyes
Calling from the sea.
Mermaid trapped within the blackness
Depth within the sea.
Mermaid alone among the shipwrecks
Far away at sea.
Mermaid lost forever, always
Calling from the sea.
(Source: giantsainteverything)
