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[ofbirdsandwires]

So, you think that you’ve known stillness?
I could be talking to anyone, but I’m not. It’s you again. Back here, motion circling the drain and the pull of you is all I’m worth. I’m settling my limbs, heart rattling inside the metal cup of my chest, but I’m a bad luck kind of girl, a quit while you’re ahead kind of girl, a “THIS is my poker face

Comments

[geeimatree]

i read.
most of the time i don't know what to say, though...so i don't comment.

[ofbirdsandwires]

I am a horrible commenterizer, so I only rarely comment on all but a few people's journals.

I really like yours, though, so I should speak up more.

[threebirds]

i read :)

[ofbirdsandwires]

i'm glad :)

[psuedosentence]

I always read. And I know a kind of stillness that makes the most loud of casinos quiet, the whirring of five o'clock traffic still and heartbeats that imitate my footsteps running away from the cause of it all. It might not be the same stillness you speak of, but it's the one I know at this moment.

[ofbirdsandwires]

it's perfect
and I don't know what I meant

right now my stillness is watching smoke in black and white films (no one is as god damn heart stoppingly sexy with a cigarette as Orson Welles), driving home in burnt orange air and sitting on the curb next to my car (with the keys locked inside) holding my breath watching N. dancing on tiptoes in the middle of the road.

[ofbirdsandwires]

even if you didn't read, I'd camp out on your e-doorstep and keep very still in the hopes of catching the stream of your voice

(hello, my name is Rachael, and I am a creep)

[tensionwires]

I read faithfully.

[ofbirdsandwires]

Thank you for adding me again - I read your post and thought "!!!" (because I think in punctuation) but got side tracked.