Tuesday, July 28, 2009
she spoke about small sentences.
Celine said to me, "Do you want to see a special room?"
Invisible spaces that fall in the wilderness, destined to eventually never make a sound in my sight line. Purposeless. Welcomed imagery as I polish off more self hate. Her gift of nuance cooled my pistol of discouragement emptying the bullets on a cleared palate. Abilities were revitalized and I was able to see my reflection again.
I don't remember what had upset me that day.
I just remember Celine.