I wonder if my seeds will find purchase in your soil

[foxtongue]

About a mile past the bridge, my throat creaked, and something broke, and tears fled down my face.

Every highway exit closer to the border was like a stich sewn into my chest, black thread spun by the rolling tyres of the bus, that closed my heart back up, and kept anything else from spilling out.

I can't remember the last time I cried. Maybe when someone died. I don't actually know.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Living in Vancouver isn't stifling. Being where you live is stifling - because you have to live there. Being somewhere you don't live is invigorating - but if you like a place you don't want to spoil it by living there.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I've been happier everywhere else I've ever lived, actually, except for when I got stuck in the flooding down in L.A.