requiem

Requiem for innocence

Monday

Her fingertips (testing bathwater) soon became swallowed whole:

These days, shaking hands accompany the most menial duties -

the cutlery won't stay in the drawers.

These days, my thoughts won't remain placid.

Tuesday

Liberation, she discovered, is the result of acceptance 

or the gentle breaking of one's ribs

'Easy breathing', she declared with joy. 

Wednesday

Then, timber -

here comes the dulcet tone of death.

Ask yourself this:

Did everyone else disappear,

or did you?

--

As of late, it has been a struggle - with my family scattered around the world: I want to cling to them all and pull them in towards me, hold them tight and stretch my limbs like string, knotted bones to make them stay. Promises like songbirds; they are coming home (one day, once upon a time). 

I know I have been extremely erratic lately; I feel like I have let a lot of people down.
But - I am happy. I promise; and promises are stronger than I.
Don't forget that I love you - don't forget that I love:

Always,

x

p.s. the photographs are incredibly old; a little under two years now. I am to develop my disposable camera soon, and share with you memories of the year so far. "we are the ever-living ghosts of what once was." In other news... life has been good to me. Oh, and I turn seventeen in a little over 2 months (yes, that's right - almost at the legal age to perform magic outside of Hogwarts!), and evidently, still as dorky as ever - life is good.