laffinkid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- amongst sirens I hit the doors running..every time. I hit those glass doors full speed, bursting out onto the streets where I immediately hang my head low to adapt to the night. I hang my head low because I don't have on the heels and the halters like all the sirens that share the sidewalk. I pitter patter past world after world of a new taste and sound. My twinkling shimmering star becomes a shooting one, and my trot is almost a gallop..though I'm still trying not to step on the cracks [I don't want to break my mother's back]. Tonight I hit the doors running, as usual. But a block or two into my short journey a black man with glasses and a guitar shared a space in time with me. Our brains connected and he bowed his head as his fingers cried to my heartstrings. It sounded like making love, and breaking love, and all the ways of taking love, and twisting it until it is no longer love. The strings wailed out about stars in the sky, and it reminded me of the stars in my sky. Two Lions, a Fish and a Scorpion. One star in particular, the shooting one. Hurry past the heels and halters...but the cries stayed within my ears. I can still feel that shared space. Maybe tommorow night his fingers will tell me a new story.. 2:34 a.m. - 2006-08-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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