It's been two months since I heard your voice. I can't say I miss it. Your words made bullet holes that shattered my glass bones. What's that Paramore lyric? "And I don't pick up when you call 'cause your voice is a gun" I can't say I miss my mosaic of a heart. It felt… Continue reading Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. -J.R.R. Tolkien Stop waiting, start walking You've unlocked level one of my backstory The above quote by Tolkien has defined my life for pretty much the past… Continue reading Wandering
I must have wrote this in July back when everything was shitty: There’s too many pieces of me and none of them fit together I loved and loathed puzzles as a child. I love the simplicity of knowing that with the right combination of luck and determination I would get the picture on the box.… Continue reading Something from a while ago
Oh, because she's dead. It's been a long month. I keep pulling "Journey" from my Wildwood deck which is the card that correlates with Death in the Ryder-Waite decks. I've never been afraid of death. Blame it on my religious upbringing where if I was good then I got to live forever. With parents who… Continue reading The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?
Today there's an eclipse. Today I'm single. Today I'm just Amelia. Today I'm plotting this new course and letting the strange energies of things ending and better beginnings seep into my heart and bones. Today I am brave. I am free. I am peaceful. I am kind. Lots can be said about desires, dreams and… Continue reading No Words