Paris, Texas

[indigolivia]

I want to walk for four years. I want you to look for me. I want to grow a beard, I want to build something. I want to be missed, but also left alone. I want to be left alone, I want to prove I am strong enough to stand on my own. I want to be punished and abandoned. Leaving is leaving all the same, anyways.

I create something miraculous behind my eyes, with every rise in my step, and it disintegrates upon the collision of the ball of my foot and a dry, greedy earth. The lack of worms these days amirite? Makes it harder to be curious. Makes it harder to walk for four years. Im reading all of these books, Im watching all of these films, Im drowning in the fig-tree-allegory of it all.

Im not crazy! Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. This is just where I am, right now. I'll be somewhere else soon, as we all know:: wherever you go: There You Are. 

 

with <3, 
V