(an old bag in her birthday suit)
Yesterday, a busker on River Street told me I radiate a great sense of calm.
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The abandoned houses caught my eye the most. I started taking photos of them as a present for my roommate because I feel we’d have the influence – or the tenacity – to resuscitate them (fact: even exorcism has failed in many cases).
I was born on Easter Sunday!
(this is not a coincidence)
Today is my quasi-birthday!
I will observe this special day in a dress.
I will see friends and bake bread.
I will spend time on a swing in the sun!
As much as I’d love to see a ghost,
Maybe it’s that I’m already being haunted by all of the beautiful things around me
or I died a year ago in that Sri Lankan car crash and this is heaven
and I myself am a ghost, roaming the streets
(which would explain the extraordinary nature of those in my life)
I guess this all sounds odd, but time in the South passes more slowly and I’m doing a lot of pondering (a haunting pastime).