Closer

... no one, not even the rain,
has such small hands.


Photo by me: Nikon D40X, kit lens, extension tubes

The Unraveling

The night held the anonymity
she desired.
Walking, stunted walking in
the sticky heat, her shoes scraping
the streets.

She squinted her eyes
at the wind that would
follow from revving
cars passing by,
rattling her reverie,
then leaving her alone.

Again.


- February 19, 2009
- 11:39 AM

Truth Time

It was bound to happen,
the end of an era as I knew it,
the passing of time,
the turning of the tides.

I've called it a different thing everytime,
but it always means one thing.
I've romanticized it,
and glamourized it,
but in the end, one stark truth
stood out:
It was a Goodbye.

Much as I want to stay blissfully
carefree, I'm being forced to grow up.
I'm being forced to handle things
without the whimsical optimism of a little kid.

And (long, deep breath) it's tough.
But for my sake, for our sake,
I've got to toughen it out.
I've got to start handling things
more maturely.

So, I'm squaring my shoulders,
stepping back with great difficulty.
The fantasy is getting frayed
around the edges,
and though a large part of me
will still (forever) hold on to the dream,
the truth rings loud and clear:
it's time for Real Life.


Photo by: Me, Nikon D40X, editing in CS2