i am shooting for acrobat, but would settle for burlesque dancer or clown

[emerald_boa]

Well, I'm a pretty fucked up individual, and it doesn't look like I'm going to figure out how to be well-adjusted anytime soon. I'm not convinced that anyone will ever really want to read my writing. I'm among the least socially comfortable people I know. I once started a barfight by accident. I make people cry without meaning to do it. I will

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[beneficentbeast]

For what it's worth I really enjoy your writing. But hey, go where you think your strengths are, do what you gotta do.

...dunno how serious you are in this but just assuming that you're being serious at least about your writing.

[emerald_boa]

No, I'm not kidding, there is actually a circus. The school puts it on every spring. I want to be in it, and I'm definitely going to practices. I don't think regular strenuous exercise is quite the panacea for mood problems that some people claim it is, but it does help. Especially if you're prone to dissociating from your body like I am. You have to know where your physical self is to turn a cartwheel. It kind of forces you to be your whole, real being instead of some dualistic thing where you feel like a soul or a mind stuck in a lump of meat that doesn't have much to do with the rest

[spacklegeek]

I could see you as a circus girl.

Remarkably well, actually.

But I also love reading your writing, for what that's worth. I was just thinking about this last night, wondering if that was something I read in a book somewhere, or if that was something you wrote. (Glad to see it's something you wrote. Please, I would love more. I'll write more if you write more, eh?)

I've had the idea to write about what happens to Red Molly after the song ends. But maybe you'd actually write it...

[emerald_boa]

Since that's a story that I'd been completely making up off the top of my head as I went along, I'll probably write more when I know enough of what happens next to fill another page or two. Thanks for reminding me, though. I forget about these things a lot. I start projects and wander off and they never get finished and they sit around taking up space (real or digital) and collecting dust for months or years. :)

I remember in high school you wrote a short story based on Tracey Chapman's song Fast Car , and it won some sort of contest. I want to say you read it aloud at a Delta assembly, but I might have imagined that part.

(I like that I seem like a circus girl, at least to you.)

[avi_chiara]

In my dream of you this morning, your neck was very long, about twice as long as any ordinary neck, and instead of two eyes, you had a single eye: a deep black faceted disk in the middle, with pie slice sections like window panes. We were dancing in a house where all the lights were off.

[emerald_boa]

I have not dreamed of you, I don't think. But I also don't know what you look like, and people are different in dreams anyway, so it's also entirely possible that we dance in dreams all the time and I'll never know.