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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

". . . you are free," commented sb. "you can be anything."

sam says i can be a hobbit. i do not want to be a hobbit, i tell him. i would be an elf, because they are peaceful and beautiful and immortal. or a human, because despite all their bloody fumbling in this world, they know what it means to be really alive, to feel earth under your clawing fingers, to breathe in the scent of sweat and dust and blood. to love desperately.

but i wasn't going to write about hobbits and elves. i was going to write about the truth in her words, about realizing that i haven't lost myself, the me that was once there. i feel her in the incense smoke, in the way i listened to "metal heart" by cat power maybe twenty times last night, chan's smooth voice floating out over the sparkling city below my grandmother's house, and deep into the endless space in my heart, my mind, like warm darkness.

the beauty is still there.

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