January 30, 2013
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WSH#12 Mile Marker
She would run to get lost in the breeze and to let it all go with a sigh. It would all catch up to her, but in the moment, the sound of the ocean, her footprints, and her heartbeat were one. She existed to be free. Sometime she noticed the markers and tried not look back. Counting them can get you stuck.
So many years ago when her body only ached if she scraped her knee, and freedom was a feeling she took for granted. She was sure that she didn't even recognize that giddy drug like feeling that floated her heart. She can't remember what their parents were thinking. Their parents, his and his sisters, and her parents. She and time were cruel to her body, and she couldn't recall the reason. Maybe it was when their youngest brother was being born.There was pizza, sugar, candy, sugar, popcorn, movies, pillow fights, this boy, and sugar. They stayed up as long as they could because nothing was going to stop us. High on sugar, caffiene, and glorious freedom. The younger kids went to sleep first. It was her and this boy and some movie about something. This boy who made the world disappear when they kissed.
He was smiling at her so she smiled back and turned her eyes back to that thing they were watching on the TV. He was still smiling at her when she turned her eyes back to him. She remembered their first kiss underneath the eucalyptus trees.
Bobby's collecting bees
And hammers
He used one on me
Cold war with little boys
Get in with a bubble-gum tradeSugar
"I have shingles." He said not touching the area under his arms.
"I know." She giggled.
"It hurts." He whispered.
"I won't hurt you." She promised and pulled herself to a kneeling position. She looked down on him from the couch and admired his face. She thought he was cute and he introduced her to the concept of seaweed as a snack. That made him cool. She leaned forward to kiss him on the lips; this time a little less sweet than before.. She had learned to use her tongue. He grabbed her face to prevent her from pulling away, but she could have if she wanted.
"I have shingles." he sighed.
"I know." She smiled, laid back on the couch, and pulled her Strawberry Shortcake blanket to her chin. "Good night."
Then she was running again. The same beaches. The same ocean. The marker further away. She thinks that there should be more like this one, because then she wouldn't have to run as fast to get back that freedom.
And sugar
Bring me sugar
And all the robins bring
Bring me many things
But sugar
Oh sugar
He brings me sugar
As far as I can tell
I've been gone for miles nowSugar
@anvilsandedelweiss
linkNow we're back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow oldWalk on the Ocean
Toad the Wet Sprocket
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