a mending heart

high frequency noises...

cold cold cold.......

......a change of suburb.........I miss my melanie records........but life's getting prettier...

You are delicate like glass, especially yr heart.

This pain? No. It's different. Loneliness.

In the library

I used to come to the library
in my formative years... ...what is that? All my years are formative....
anyway....in the suburb near the suburb i grew up in...as a child i was at the mercy of my mother, at her whim I'd get to borrow; some books, comics, a cassette...no videos, we can't play them........ my card getting filled up with fines....
as a teenager...young adult[fiction] I'd visit the big one...with the air condioning...or toasty central heating on the cold days... sitting at the reference desks copying pictures of skeletons........or robert smith[ from rolling stone], Tom waits and his ancient eyes in his young man's face...copying out passages from neitzsche...never spelling it quite right.... I'd always return the books the their place before leaving...