20 February 2011

departure/suspension/missing.



Sometimes i look at old photographs, and swear I don't recognize my own face.
and I know my weight fluctuates and my hair is always different and lately I've been make-up free, but that's not it really--
it's the eyes.
the eyes are different.

and maybe all I've got is change and maybe we're all scattering and--
oh, safe travels.

2 comments:

  1. oh Leslie,

    I've watched this about three times already and it's enough to make me want to cry (in a good wholesome nostalgic way). the photos paired with that song are too too much and I miss you too too much.

    love,
    Caitlin

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  2. Oh, Morky--
    why are happy things so haunting?
    (and why am I so sad?)

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