I'm looking for love. It's not behind the door or under the rug. But I know, I know, I know it's sitting in an obvious place. Like all the times I've lost my precious belongings. I'm looking in tall grass, I'm in over my head. I'm such a silly girl.
The Skinny
- Jie Hua
- Detroit, Mi
- I'm in the process. I'd like to expand on that, but it's in the process. I go about my business under the guidance of gut-feelings and universal street signs. I see myself as a very quiet person. Not because I have little to say, only that my abundant thoughts know not where to start. As a child I fantasized about looking through a telescope to give me truth about the world. It amuses me now that what I am doing is looking down a microscope in an effort to reevaluate my holistic position. I am a loner, a drifter, a dreamer.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Individual Devices
I can't admit to being anything else but a foolish girl. I'm still so young and so susceptible to folly's influence. A picture of my self hangs over my vision and it's me as I once was at three. In a red dress with white trim. I have white stockings. My eyes avoid the camera while my fingers keep themselves busy toying with ten fingernails. I bet they're dirty. Crisp evening air and cold night dew, I'm young and I know no better. It's in this fairy tale I've found residence.
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