these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

May 18, 2009

i don't know...

i've started working on the poems again... which could account for the strange breed of sadness i'm feeling. i woke up with it pulling at me. not even the jog and the shower and the long drive i took today helped shake it's claws out of me. i can't place what's wrong. if i could, i'd feel better. i'd write it down. this is the shape of secrets after all and i'd like to always tell the truth. sometimes the poems do this to me... i have to dig up all sorts of harmful skeletons in order to work on them. it's a necessity. part of the recipe. i haven't figured out how to shield myself from certain memories yet. maybe they're still too new...
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2 comments:

Alanna Risse said...

experiencing a lost, floaty feeling? Not sure what you should be doing or why you should do it? Feel like sleeping but not tired? Too restless to relax? Too lethargic to do anything? Must be something in the air. Yes, more poetry.

May 18, 2009 at 5:53 PM
angela simione said...

oh no, you too! boooooo! no fun, dear friend. yes, more poetry... probably the only way to figure out a way around the side-effects. damnned self-introspection.

May 19, 2009 at 7:05 AM

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