Monday, November 16, 2009

Rat tat tat.
Rat tat tat.
It's been too long.
Again.
Really. What are my excuses?
The air is cold out. So cold to my delicate lungs. Holding a delicate air and a delicate place.
Shattered china. Shattered muses.
Fevered dreams and fevered mutterings. A peak out the cold window. The sun has been setting for hours now.
Gentle, weak sun glimpses through the trees as I fall into dreams again and again. Oceans and curved buildings.
Stone observatories in the ocean. Winding stairs so frigid and uninviting.
I need hot tea and books. Wool socks and a someone to read to me.
This is all that I need, in this moment of time.
Is recognizing your needs bad?
My throat stings, burning and writhing.
Chills and fevers.
Enveloping and folding. Over and over.
Cold and hot.
So lonely. So lonely.
I dream of cracked dishes and pale walls. Such beauty.
Little houseplants and a furry cat roaming the cupboards. A little home. Of my own. So quiet. So alive. So dear.
In green lush beauty. All my own. Rain pounding on warped windows. Hush hush of the roaring fire.
Life is so simple.
Paints upon paints.
Like a canvas heavy with paint.
I am bending.
I need understanding.
Too much. To ask.
I am fevered dreaming.
I am cold chills.
Lonesome nights.
Waiting for your call.
I miss you.
Your eloquent words. My eloquent words.
Of wooden floors and white beds.
I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting.

5 comments:

Girl in My Own World said...

Nice! Love your usage of words! :o)

madison said...

Deer C.:
Your words are my words.
Feel too much.

agbubblehead589 said...

Callie this is so touching. I love reading your writing. its always so beautiful. I can imagine each little part and it sounds so wonderful. I wish life could be so simple as this. you are a beautiful writer.

Joe Amundsen said...

no more waiting.

c. said...

Thank you, all of you.
Your all so kind.
Ah I'm so very very flattered.
Blushing.
No more waiting, no more waiting.