April 23, 2008
The hill took it away. You silly girl, with your streaming tears appearing from nowhere as the sun sets and the wind pushes them across your face. Never mind the make-up smeared across your face, forming a wriggling black river from eye to ear. The sky takes it away. It takes you back to daydreaming, like it was before. Like when nothing was ever going to happen. Theyíre not supposed to come true. The change still hasnít quite registered, itís getting there, but itís not settled amongst the debris of the previous owners. Odd to think of all the protest.