green eyes.

"your eyes are real green" she says. 

"what do you mean, like she paints them or something?" he quips. 

my eyes were once brown.  

i suppose there has been a metamorphosis over the course of my 24 years of life. 
here i am, part of the 2% of the population with jaded eyes.

transient.

before he leaves, he sighs and says to me, "but goddamn, you're beautiful."

All Hallows Eve

i went on a trip in september.

she had a commanding walk.

heel to toe, heel to toe, it’s what they taught her at sixteen in marching band.  who knew that it would become a habit, a signature of her own character.  

character.  

often, she felt like no more than a character in a fictional small town drama.  in her head the scene was set, the soundtrack queued.  and there she was, walking down the street at midnight with black boots and longing. 

maybe i took summer for granted.