My bones

Hurt me sometimes.

Discovery.

Arno Rafael Minkkinen

Today at work I was putting away books and I saw one with a beautiful photograph on the cover. Being the amazing employee I am I flipped open to the back jacket flap to find out who took it (instead of scurrying around frantically asking every customer if they needed help finding the Danielle Steele books or various other typical nonsense).

It's funny how the universe slaps us in the face. This is the kind of work I myself have been delving into recently (though of course not as good as him by any stretch). I love it. It's black and white, it's clever, it's raw, it's skin, it's perfect. Thanks, universe.

A spider hanging.

I woke up this morning and I looked out the window and the words kept repeating in my head "thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me.."

It has been a blood and tear filled day. I wish the orthodontist let you keep your wisdom teeth after they removed them. I know my sister would have given them to me. 

Lovely bruises all over my body, as if I haven't been punished enough for what I am.

A bloody coward.

Speech of Aristophanes running through my head. I know when our limbs are tangled together and your lips are on mine, that we were once somehow together. Are you my lost half, cut from me by the gods so long ago? Or just some lucky distraction?

Sparks in the dark.