with . and. gone

Thistles

in the left side

of the curvy part

where heart

and blood meet

thistles dig

deep

dig deep

into

flesh

into skin

into raw

where you've been

circling me

with and gone

gone and within

where tongue meets

skin

and salt of

sweat

thistles in the evening

come nightfall

come sunrise

you are in all

and yet still

so far

far

away

thistles

in the left side

of the curvy part

of heart

where life

and feeling

meet

over and over

over

again.

raspberry fields forever

This evening julian and i went to a lovely raspberry farm and picked amazingly delicious raspberries. We snuck ate copious amounts while in the fields. so much so that our bellies told us to stop. but we didnt listen.

there's something strangely magical about being near large fields, with an overlapping of fresh fruit and wild flowers, around dusk, on a hot summers eve. my lungs felt like wings. breathing in all that amazing rural air, they, my lungs fluttered about in the cavity of my chest.

whimsical. it was.

sleep fight

Ever since we moved, I've been experiencing extra peculiar sleep/half-sleep-behaviour: sleepwalking, sleep- talking/laughing, hallucinations, and at times, unexplained sleep rage.

The following is both 1. an example of my strange sleep actions 2. the coolest fight andrew and i ever had.

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10:20pm: both fall to sleep in respective rooms
11:30pm: Shannon, still sleeping, gets out of bed, pillow in hand, throws open andrew's door and screams, "ITS 11:30!".

Andrew: sleepily murmurs, "huh?"
Shannon: stands angrily in door way: "WHY!?"
Andrew: more awake but not really: "Shannon (with frustration) go away. i dont care what time it is"
Shannon: yells even louder this time in pure rage "WHY IS IT 11:3O Andrew! WHY!?"
Andrew: "yes, its it IS 11;30" (lingering sarcasm) "so what? stop asking why. i dont know why!"
Shannon: panicking cry, borderline fearful, "BUT....ANDREW WHY is it 11:30?"
Andrew: flips out and yells at shannon, grumpily.
Shannon: still pretty much asleep, throws pillow to the ground, yells "why!" one last time and slams andrew's door shut. sleep stomps away, apparently, still audibly mumbling "its 11;30..." . falls asleep. wakes up, with no pants, on top of a heaping pile of laundry, the next morning, forgetting the entire thing but wondering where her pants are...

AM:
Andrew: (a little ashamed) "hey, uh, shan, are u still mad at me about the time?"
Shan: "what?" (genuinely confused)
Andrew: proceeds to explain above.

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