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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

talk to her




a conversation

setting friday at midnight on cresent street in Montreal

She to herself " these people are gorgeous and stylish, do I still look like them
or have i lost the montreal thing, can they see that I live in us?

he interrupts her thoughts " is everything okay"

she " yes and you"

he " this place is crazy, wow"

she " yes. but alive-it must be graduation or something?"

He looks around- there is so many pretty woman to stare at, his eyes are wide open
(cresent street is the see and be seen place-glam-money- sexy)

He " are you okay"

she " yes, it just that I think i lost that .....you know"

he " lost what"

she "nothing love"

after a few hours of walking around- they are now in the car again

he "I am glad we stopped"

she " me too, i think i lost it- i am ordinary now, they are hot"

( i never think that way, never did- but somehow my self esteem took a dive when
someone close- well maybe not so close showered me with compliments more he said I was beautiful
more my self esteem fell- i realized they were words that meant nothing to me because it wasn't important who said it but how I felt, but someone told him that's how to get the girl- and it was as if i was no longer beautiful unless he said i was-)-it makes sense in my head( p.s.. this is a different person than the he i am having a conversation with.

he " we will never be what we were , we are older now they are young
and , i saw alot of legs tonight nadia, alot- but I only saw one face.

6 comments:

muralimanohar said...

That is the kind of compliment to keep.

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Joetta said...

now that last line, is a line that defines love.

sofia barĂ£o said...

yes that's what I call love :)

Tartelette said...

Marry him...again, forever, always!!

JanelleGrace said...

We always think we are so much less than what we are but the people who love us see us for our real selves.