A Passionate, Fragmentary Girl

I’m sick of my likes and replies not showing up on people’s notes, so I’m going to switch to one of my alternate accounts and let this one run out its queue before dropping into silence.

July, 2016.

Jock Sturges

 “A Note.” 

Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on sand, rise on wings;

to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain from everything it’s not;

to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes;

An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off;

and if only once to stumble on a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;

and to keep on not knowing something important