mermaidwannabe

I want to plunge my hands in familiar ground and grow roots down from my fingertips. I want to bury myself up to the elbows so that the tall grass in summer can tickle my eyebrows and leave seeds in my hair. I want to taste it. I want to lay there for daysmonthsyears until there are only seasons and days and nights and stars and I forget about October, June, and January. I want to dissolve into the earth, to become the green in the grass and the brown in the soil and for everyone to know that here I lay.

Anna says that every day she wakes up to an alarm clock that screams at her she’s going to be late. She’s not, of course, she sets that alarm clock two hours early. And, anyways it wouldn’t matter, she barely sleeps these days. She’d tell you it all started a while back. Months ago, when she fell in love. A terrible thing to do, but that’s me speaking. Anna says it was a great night. She says she remembers it perfectly. The way his dark, curly hair fell across her face when he kissed her. The warmth of his strong hands resting on her waist. Anna says she’s never felt happier than that night. She says every day af