friday night. thinking of gordon.

friday night. thinking of gordon. wishing to call, but concerned that it may be too late. don't feel like emailing at the moment, for sometimes it just feels so bloody shallow. instead i will sit in bed and read myself to sleep. there is a photo of my friend sasha in the newest issue of "the sun", her hand upon a saddened face, black curls falling to her skin. she relayed the story of the photo and i find myself touched by her openness. found myself thinking back to a year past, when my whole world felt crushed. porcelain and yet heavy beyond belief. impossible. but tonight my world is different than it was then. just as i'm sure it will be different a year from now. two. ten. twenty. that's what life is. change, and other things.