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.

Nov 20, 2014

last day

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i don't know what to say.  the only thing to say is simply "not yet".  not yet, not yet, not yet.  just one more day. 

always the desperate hunger for one more day. always, always, always.  just one more.  not yet, not yet, not yet.  we pack up our supplies and don't look much at one another.  the screech of packing tape, bottles clanking, someone is clearing their throat. 




i want to skip this part because it's going to hurt.  i plan to finish this experience without any eyeliner or mascara.  tears will find me, surely.  i'm a sentimental girl with a big bleeding heart.  the end of this comes too soon.



damn it, there's so much to say.

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2 comments:

Radish King said...

I wish I had the money to keep you writing and drawing and painting without ever having to worry about anything else ever in your life. I'd do it. I can't imagine a better idea.
love,
Rebecca

November 20, 2014 at 2:17 PM
angela simione said...

i love you, sweet girl. just got home yesterday and i don't know what to do with myself. strange to think it wasn't just a dream. strange to think i'll be back at the restaurant in a few days. surreal as hell to be on the other side of these passed 6 weeks.

November 29, 2014 at 8:35 PM

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