anthems for a 23 year old girl.

she had a sad day for many reasons. much of which she couldn't understand.
there were happy parts, there always are, but on this particular day she just couldn't seem to make the good outweigh the uncomfortable.

she got through the day and spent her night cleaning lettuce for salads, drinking strawberry milk and making good with her late movies.

and on the way back, as the peach flavored nicotine coursed through her veins, she lay on the driveway of her parents house, staring up at the lily colored sky, wishing she could see the stars, the full moon and her favorite planet, jupiter. she loved how her hands were silhouetted against the sky. the trees, the buildings and her hands were all black masses of questionable content unified by it's weight, it's color and it's gravity.

we're all parts of this blanket. this hammer, this piece of string, the eiffel tower.
in the dark, we're all silhouettes against some night sky.

but that doesn't make me feel any less lonely.