little sarah Big World

Month: September, 2010

And now you’re moving to Portland

Tonight, we heard music. Talked about the flexibility of love, drank whisky and beer, and you did not judge me. And we laughed.

When you got up from the church pew, I put my hand to where you’d been.

It was warm.

I remembered, “This is what friendship feels like.”

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Lost

I guess this page does look different, so he was right about that. And what can I say? Of course I’ve changed, of course the events and people so violently introduced into my life in the past weeks have left an impression on me, influenced me, caused me to shift.

To lose myself, a little, lose my voice, my words. My Self.

Where are you, little sarah? But I will find you, and I will incorporate even this broken fragment of my life into the whole. And it will all be a part of me.

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Today I am fueled by pure rage.

It’s super efficient. Maybe it will lead to dancing.