October 2017 – The month that was

October was restlessness and indecisiveness. Laughing at nothing, trying to write and staring at a frayed sky.

• Some days were cold. Some days were draining, others were slow.
• I sat through a film, but there was a song in my head and never really saw the film.
• I travelled to look at art and slept in a room with red curtains.
• Raindrops fell on me and someone whispered something (in French) in my ear.
• Someone left sweets for me at work.
• I think I fell in love with a boy I cannot touch. A ghost. A dream.
• I dreamt of quiet seas and starlit nights.
• I didn’t go to the haunted house on the 31st; I gave the candy to my friend.


1 Comment

  • Michelle

    November 7, 2017 at 21:16

    Even your prose is beautiful! It is like poetry.

    I am sorry that things didn’t work out in October 🙁

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