the exquisite ache: sadness

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

the sound of rain

an insight

a kiss before dawn

the twisting sleep of a little girl against my skin

outrage

kindness

hammering across the street

a crack in the sky

sunlight

Posted by lilly blue at 9:47 PM

lilly blue: I am a mother. A fabricast. A storyteller. A thief of life's antique silks and small wooden boats. i collect moments and carry them with me revisiting them in my attempt to make sense, and find meaning, and restore hope. I follow my questions with a line of ink and dance my hand across the page until somebody is looking back at me. Every now and then I indulge in the exquisite ache, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all, and unsure how best to say thank you.