gone girl blogs

a little bit of everything from my soul

i exist somewhere between reality and imagination

And I think about the last time you visited me

The last time we made love

How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour

Until it sounded like the sea

And it felt like the ocean was the sky

And that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me

Until you took me in your arms

And I could touch the stars

And they all fell down around my head

And I became an angel

And you put me to bed

Happy

People think that I'm rich and I am but not how they think

I have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition

And on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free

Happy

And when I drive

I think about the last time my friends were driving with me

How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words

So we became the music

Happy

They write that I'm rich and I am but not how they think

I have a safe I call the boyfriend box

And in it every saved receipt

Every movie theater ticket just to remind me

Of all the things I've loved and lost and loved again

Unconditionally

Happy

I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet!

My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!

My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free

You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach

Untouchable, safe, otherworldy

Unable to be deciphered or metabolized

Something metaphysical,

like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window

A thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal

Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals to play