maybe, perhaps the sky hurts also. a wound in the sky, yes.

ma journal entry. as of novembre 27, 2008
i would like pale lace curtains, jeweled headbands that look like crowns. & pearls. long strands. i love the grey clouds that seem to follow you int he months of winter. perhaps a bunny may follow me as well. creme, dusty brown, snow white, any colour is feasible. now it is cold from an open window. & the fog hangs low, so you cannot see your hand before your face. or maybe it is just wishful thinking. now i don't mean to sound dramatic - i rather not call attention to myself, actually. but there is a large difference between - isoloating yourself. & being isolated. i perhaps i dangle between the two. but i like the quiet. the loud is unbearable & i cannot handle hardly a peep! oh, well.
love, elle