the old-school guestbook archives
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lost... ~ june 25, 2001 - 5:29 p.m. it's raining. in june. late june. things are getting very strange. strangelovely at times. but strange. I spent the afternoon on the riverbank with goddesses and jeremiah, a boy-goddess in his own right. we took off our shirts and soaked in the sun and phoenix painted laurel's face into an exquisite mask of purples and silvers and blues. walking down the road, phoenix and laurel had their arms around each other's waists and they were almost too beautiful to look at. sushi had scarves and bangles jingling and flashing out of blonde and blue dreds that made me think of heather's gypsy hair when we were both 14, 15, painting each other's faces... saskia was from holland, with hair the same blonde as a dancer named saskia that I had a mad crush on in college. we spent the afternoon at the riverbank, and then the clouds blew in and as we were walking back into town we began to feel raindrops. in june. late june. strange days. I slept long and hard last night. in all my dreams I was lost, or trying to get home and unable. people were moving into my parents' house, the one I grew up in. strange dreams. hunter has to go to thailand too. hunter, the friend I met on the road in new mexico, who showed up randomly in santa cruz the last full moon. we ran into each other on the street and he told me that the last two weeks or so, he's been feeling like he needs to go to thailand. thailand. sleeping, afternoon catnap dreams, magical creatures, and sleeping and sleeping and sleeping... I wonder where I'll be when I wake up? thailand?
(((rings))) |