Diary | Age 15
I painted a picture tonight. It was a very simple one – began as a whim. On newspaper – with a crazy moon and two lovers. They are barely touching – but the painting is framed by their love. My mother liked it. I am so happy.
[red crescent moon and SEH logo]
Posts Tagged as ‘moon’
August 31, 1993
Whim
July 13, 1993
Pearly Strands
Diary | Age 15
… and tonight, the moon slipped quietly into my parlor. She is not vain, stealing the colors of my flesh as does the sun in his jealous sky. She sits in the corners, her mouth shut tight (but for a few gentle whispers). And her mind, its mouth ‘pened wide. Devouring the [...]
February 4, 1993
After Last of the Mohicans
Diary | Age 15 | Tacoma
She is falling. Yes, this I see. Reach for her. Others will come. Take her hand. What then? There is no need.
Look into her eyes. No, I look away.
They are filled with the tears of the moon. Tears may fall, but nothing is changed.
