{ herself }

i wonder what my body would sound like

slamming against those rocks...

i go through all this before you wake up 

{ bjork }

sometimes i wonder if anyone can see me standing here facing the wrong direction against the current of the sleepy domestic river of this town. i am the girl covered with golden scales, with wings for eyes. if i knew where i came from, i'd be there; if i knew where i was going, i'd be there. but here i am, because i know neither. if you could help me i'd lean on you, but somehow i know i am not meant to be saved from this. i am meant to be your legend, the rapids chasing my ankle bones, until the gold is burned away and the only thing left is the girl.

s.p.