Sitting in my living room sewing fringe on a pair of tiny thongs in preparation for shows this weekend. Im listening to the kind of jazz I grew up on along with the faint sounds of sirens in the background. The neighbor kids are playing outside. The kid down the street practices the trumpet. The high school band at the end of the block is practicing for carnival season. Theres talks of painting the outside shutters a brighter teal color to go along with the already bright salmon....I feel like thats something you can only get away with here in this city. Maybe its just me. I believe in past lives, although I have no idea where Ive been. I wonder if this moment, this life Im living right now, will be someones past life. I hope they love it as much as I do.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 19:45:38 +0000
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