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.