september.
in Thoughts and Feelings
as breathing, chills, consciousness, ears, everything, excerpt from, fantasticks, girl, glen, gosh, hand, head, lifetime, memory, reason, time, vines, wax, woodchucks
Oh, gosh.
This.
Listen to this:
You wonder how these things begin.
Well, this begins with a glen.
It begins with a season which,
For want of a better word,
we might as well call–September.
It begins with a forest where the woodchucks woo
And leaves wax green.
And vines entwined like lovers, try to see it.
Not with your eyes, for they are wise.
But see it with your ears:
The cool green breathing of the leaves.
And hear it with the inside of your hand:
The soundless sound of shadows flicking light.
–excerpt from The Fantasticks
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Gives me chills.
And also?
It’s from another lifetime.
Back when I was so young–even my thoughts were young.
They were the color of mirrors, I think;
they reflected what was around me,
and what was around me happened to look so innocuous at the time.
And some of it was.
Like, these words–they’re still beautiful.
Even though the only reason I know about them is–
well, is because of him.
Sometimes my head would hurt so badly.
I’d lay in the dark and he’d sit by me.
“Please tell me about September,” I’d say.
And he would.
That’s a good memory.
It’s okay to acknowledge that whatever has happened since does not discredit everything.
Like the fact that these words were beautiful then and are beautiful now.
And that there was a girl in the dark who felt completely safe when she listened to them.
And that whatever that was is a part of me now.
And I’m glad to be me now.
And I’m glad I was me then, too.
And those words–I don’t know why they pricked my consciousness tonight, but I don’t mind that they did.
And I think this is a good thing.
oh, man.
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as bed, Friday, good friday, head, headband, hornbuckle, judah, Mandy Hornbuckle, Newark, poor brother, Saturday, Shane, toad, two different places
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as friend, God, grief, head, Jimmy, life, little gem, package, pouring water, rebound, rest of the night, water
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