mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- beach babies We pretend to be different here, with the wind blowing in our hair and the sun on us like warm honey, like we have always been whole and like we have not been glued back together a thousand times. We pretend we have not been beaten and we pretend we have not stood in line for free bread on Sundays at St. Vincent's. We pretend we have not nursed broken bones over tear-soaked bathroom sinks and we pretend we have not seen our loved ones swinging from the ceiling in our dreams. We pretend our Mothers are still alive and our Fathers still love us. We pretend and it feels real, it feels like we have never been cracked open at all, ever. We are normal in this place, it feels normal and we are all free and the thick air that surrounds us soaks up all the bad until we forget it has ever been bad at all. The ocean scrubs us clean again and when we go back home to the dirt and the smog and the drudgery we spread our smiles wider than they've ever been, we smile and we hope that the sunlight will stick to us until next summer. 10:17 p.m. - 2007-07-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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