She spoke much fondly of bees, she often cackled to the buzz and drew yellow and black ones on her palms. Uninterrupted would be the curled strand of lock that played high and low tides on the left side of her face, while her long legs escorted wild thoughts with the pace she sauntered at, in and around the world.
Her bifocals were just as much a part of her face as her arched eyebrows; as sure as the tip of her illustrated nose; which always reached a destination a second before the rest of her chassis.
She often let daylight lick her like a cone of strawberry and vanilla. One would oft see her sitting unusually away from most people; soaking the dissonant sun with her long legs stretched and her face separated from the sun by the blinds of her eyes. She peeked with an eye open, once in a while.
To every one who raised an eyebrow at her vicissitude way of life, she'd say "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side." in Lou Reed's deep voice, and leave just the way she entered; like a whirlwind.
Apart from the 3 fingers on each hand with questionable rings, the other two would mostly be drawn on by neon highlighters. Her obsession with patterns left an impression not only on her apparels but on the bellies she wore which some times had little metallic balls filed lines or curly circles doodled on them. Every mote of her existence had an ethereal and evanescent element on its toes, and yet she was as real as her loud Aztec leggings or the little ball of silver on the right side of her nose.
She was a strange girl in a stranger world. Everything bizarre was another route to happiness, every print on a cloth was something she'd have to doodle on her wrist that very afternoon and every page of a book was a paper plane with a lot of words on it. Interesting, she thought.
Interesting, she thought. She stopped the world in her head, stretched her long legs on the floor and spoke to the sun.
- Nil.
Her bifocals were just as much a part of her face as her arched eyebrows; as sure as the tip of her illustrated nose; which always reached a destination a second before the rest of her chassis.
She often let daylight lick her like a cone of strawberry and vanilla. One would oft see her sitting unusually away from most people; soaking the dissonant sun with her long legs stretched and her face separated from the sun by the blinds of her eyes. She peeked with an eye open, once in a while.
To every one who raised an eyebrow at her vicissitude way of life, she'd say "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side." in Lou Reed's deep voice, and leave just the way she entered; like a whirlwind.
Apart from the 3 fingers on each hand with questionable rings, the other two would mostly be drawn on by neon highlighters. Her obsession with patterns left an impression not only on her apparels but on the bellies she wore which some times had little metallic balls filed lines or curly circles doodled on them. Every mote of her existence had an ethereal and evanescent element on its toes, and yet she was as real as her loud Aztec leggings or the little ball of silver on the right side of her nose.
She was a strange girl in a stranger world. Everything bizarre was another route to happiness, every print on a cloth was something she'd have to doodle on her wrist that very afternoon and every page of a book was a paper plane with a lot of words on it. Interesting, she thought.
Interesting, she thought. She stopped the world in her head, stretched her long legs on the floor and spoke to the sun.
Twas Nice.
ReplyDeleteWell written. :)
And those are really legs. For a second, I thought they were pattern-painted logs. :P
Thank you.
DeleteAnd yes, legs courtesy being a very tall, skinny and pretty friend of mine. :)
A good read :D
ReplyDeleteStay Blessed ^_^
Why, thank you!
DeleteThe girl seemed very real! Nice read :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps, she is ;)
DeleteI love your writing. Very Prose like.
ReplyDeleteAnd oh and the girl seemed to me like the part of sunshine herself. :)
Thank you so much :)
DeleteAnd oh, she is.
Loved. It.
ReplyDeleteYou. Know. It.
Its all yellow now ^_^
<3
Guinzzz. Stalking my blog after so long, you :')Thenks babies :*
DeleteAnd yes, "it was all yellow..."
Wow <3
ReplyDeleteI love this girl <3
And my genius you are becoming super genius with each write...I soo loved it :)
And loooove the new look of the blog :D
Aww thank you, Nabz. Glad you liked it. Loving you, always. :*
DeletePretty autobiographical it seemed to me...*wink*
ReplyDeleteNow let me go find leggings like those!
Haha, oh no no, not at all :)
DeleteAnd yes, you must!
I love the detail in your writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, you're very kind. :)
DeleteHaving had the honor to know you personally, 'autobiographical' yes! Or perhaps, the nose pin was plain misleading. ;)
ReplyDeleteAppie! Oh man, I had no clue you read my blog. What a happy surprise to see you here! And oh god, no. This was not autobiographical, at all. If anything, it was inspired work :)
DeleteSo very well written, love.
ReplyDeleteI like the new look (y) :)
Monx! Oh just HOW MUCH am I loving this sudden outburst of such lovelies of mine here :')
DeleteThanks cutie. :*
"She was a strange girl in a stranger world."
ReplyDeleteShe sounds to be somebody like you. Surreally real.
Whoever it is, it's definitively not me. That girl is something else, in every way, and indeed :)
DeleteI beg to differ. Look at you; so different, yet so dissolved in your way, and vice versa.
DeleteHaha, you're kind, muchly. ^.^
Deleteyou make her sound so Bohemian..the description..everything is visual Nil ..i can almost see her with a neon pink feather earing , peeping out from her black raven hair ..imagine ..that visual and powerful your writing is Baby !
ReplyDeleteSo proud of you !
Neon pink feather earrings it is!
DeleteThank youuu, PinkPatiyalaSis. You're my favorite :)
You write way too beautiful. <3
ReplyDeleteYou are very kind, Fathima :)
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