Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dear Paris

Dear Paris,

The nights keep getting warmer.

It went from 20° to 40° to 60° and I can't help but wonder how long it'll be before I'm outside staring at the stars all night, dramatically monologuing about them all over again.

Maybe everything's gonna be okay.

Maybe we'll all look back and miss these days. Maybe we'll remember we love each other or forget we hate each other but as long as we don’t lose one another maybe it'll be okay.

Paris, I think I'm finally getting there. I think I'm almost ready to tell you. But not yet.

No one seems to realize that these 'reveals' are the phony part. You want the real me? You want the real Solstice Everston?

Good. You already know her.

Put a face to that name, and all you're going to see is a show.

I'm sorry.

I won't be revealing myself. At least there's no anticipation now. I hate to disappoint, but:

This blog isn't for you. I write to stay sane.

(Give it a few months.)

4 comments:

  1. (Fist raised high in the air)

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  2. "Maybe everything's gonna be okay.

    Maybe we'll all look back and miss these days. Maybe we'll remember we love each other or forget we hate each other but as long as we don’t lose one another maybe it'll be okay."

    i loved this post.

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  3. You are amazing. Don't know how to say it, but thank you. Seriously.

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  4. "this blog isn't for you. I write to stay sane."
    ugh who are you i love this blog

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