(oh, I think that it's better to be alive and hurting than whole and safe.)

                                                                     [dubai's skyline]

I am afraid that angels will dissolve at the sight of grit. I am afraid that I cannot stomach an atmosphere. 

we gathered there in the moonlight, and decided that there couldn't be an end to a thing as colorful as a rainbow. and so we undid our hair and threw off our shoes and ran towards the edge of gravity until the far ends of those spectra burnt us brown and hollow. we ached so much that time did not matter. days were shapes(palpitating hearts, I remember), the yellow and orange and red tired souls, sustained by fire. 

so bright, so bright, it never could have rained. sepulchral; we lie crying, coiled on the concrete(the coal's left imprints behind, like gossamer wings, I wonder if it'll unwind our own charred truculence). from airplanes, traffic jams are strings and strings of christmas lights. 

somewhere in the sky, there are people. they are alive. 


Fleur said...

this is all just so magical! i love your lines, julia!

Jhordyn Ashley said...

"from airplanes, traffic jams are strings and strings of christmas lights."

Just gorgeous. Your words are so very texturized, so many different meanings and thoughts to be had while reading them.

xx and hugs


Cuppykirsten said...

Such a lovely picture... I like that it's not really clear.
And your writing is so pretty...

With love,


Jazzy E (hivennn) said...

So lovely. Happy new years! x hivennn.

mckenzie. said...

You are vivacious in your writing, even when you are sad or grey. I love it all, dear. I am a big fan.

Beth Kephart said...

so nice, so strong.

alexandra grecco said...

lovely lovely blog, miss.


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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)