Saturday, June 23, 2007

Walk With A Purpose

Where did you go? How'd you know which way to go, how did you keep going when you doubted yourself? You have no sense of north and east - how'd you get home?

Your feet sound like four and the trees sound like rain. The streetlight blinks on after you walk under, so you can look back and tell them how you went. There's broken glass in the street that pulses like downed fireflies as you move. Follow, follow, I miss you and I promise you'll feel at home. I daydream at night and I drempt we strode up, met at the corner.

Touch all the leaves you can reach because the textures feel like shaking hand after hand. Run your head thorough pine boughs because the sting on your scalp feels like being alive.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Rachael said...

hey anna, you perhaps dont remember me but its rachael ,the person you stayed with in bromsgrove on your tour of the uk!!How are you?!

June 23, 2007 9:11 AM  
Anonymous alex said...

who is this about... anyway, i called your cell tonight to apologise for everything and to say that, well i don't know, i just finished crying until i had no more tears and then cried some more and i'm feeling guilty right now... i do hope you still love me... i'm trying my best

June 24, 2007 10:21 PM  
Anonymous Sophie said...

oh anna, your writing is so beautiful.

June 27, 2007 10:33 PM  

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