some people confuse inspiration with lighting.

[portia85]

vanilla, (the color, not the flavor), is the tinge of the light at this time of day,
filtered in through treated windows
like the translucent skin of an infant
or the streaks in your mother's hair that are your fault.
the floor mirrors the glow and reminds me of a puddle of blue water.
lying there, sopping, as if the linoleum 
had too much to drink at a

Comments

[katkatbobat1234]

girl, i commented anonymously a while back,
something about adoring what you write.
and then i got a livejournal of my own-
so just saying hey without the odd anonyminity? :)

[portia85]

awesome! thanks for reading ... hope you are well. :)

[fourninety_plus]

Hey Wendy,

Let us run away together. We'll fly through the trees and sail on a voyage to nowhere. I promise not to keep you forever.

Peter Pan

P.S.-I love your writings. I've pondered the idea of slipping in a puddle of light since I first read this. Good luck job hunting again.

[portia85]

I'm pleased and surprised to find out that you understand perfectly.

I love it, really.

ps. thank you for luck. and if you ever manage to slip there, let me know so I can too.