"Weathered Wood"

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How strange it is to be anything at all.


Part inspiration sieve and part original content.


Theme by Day LP.
16th
April

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Toldja.
15th
March

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i bought this today. here is a story: one time, when i lived in my small, remote, northern home town, i was, as we all do at nineteen, struggling with things that seemed socially and emotionally apocalyptic. i felt not just alone, but abandoned, and by my closest, heart’s friends. it was a grey afternoon and i drove my mother’s little toyota down to the skeena river to wander. i was stumbling down the bank, my shoes sinking and sticking in the viscous river mud, when i noticed something odd a little farther down and began scrambling with greater urgency, my heart in my throat. i reached the bottom, where a large metal drain opened into the water, and a scattered bunch of bones lay half-exposed under the sky. there was no skull but the ribcage was large, too large for human. cow, or perhaps moose. a tattered bit of rope poked out of the sand nearby. the set of bones seemed both sad and serene to me, half-sunk into the quickening earth, on the bank of the rushing skeena, a river dark and deep and terrible. the worst had happened to these bones and here they were, slowly washing away, nothing left to do but watch the sky. when I finally walked away from the grave of sorts, it was with a small smile on my face and renewal in my heart as i remembered the most cruel and joyous thing about the world: this too shall pass.
1st
March

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amethyst, garnet, blue lace agate.