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"So she takes my right hand in hers and places her left over my forehead. And she looks me dead in the eye. Her voice wavers slightly but her grip stiffens,
‘Don’t be afraid,’ she tells me.
And I’ve never met this woman in my life, right? But it’s like she’s picked up on my energy.
She’s older. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are demanding my attention, like they’re markings from past premonitions or something.
Tallies.
Telling me she knows what she’s talking about. Telling me to listen.
She says her English isn’t so good. She apologizes. She asks me if I understand what she’s saying. She says she feels things. This woman is holding the gravity of my heartbeat in her hands, testing my pulse, feeling the reverberations of this sensation ricocheting off the walls of my veins.
Fear.
This total stranger is telling me I’m afraid. She doesn’t know what I’m afraid of-that’s my deal to decipher. She’s just the messenger. Only voicing this random memorandum.
Then she switches her gaze, redirects her hands to her drink, takes a long swig and returns inside to be swallowed by the crowd of people.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I exhale hard. I light a cigarette."
~ G A M L A S T A N , S T O C K H O L M. 2 1 . 0 7 . 2 0 1 2
kenzie may
don't be afraid
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Jul 2012
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