Normally it's nothing, sometimes it's everything.
When I stopped to think about it
I crumbledIf it were easy
I’d have done it alreadyIt just gets hard
and things get blurryI’m fine, I’ll be fine
I’m getting there
and then,
as quickly as she was gone,
as fast as she’d almost been forgotten,
she was back.
Kitsune was home.
All of the sudden,
out of nowhere,
it was as if Kitsune had never existed.
I’m thinking about doing something with my life.
Like reading a book I’ve already read.
Oh you want to see a bunch of photos again this year?
If you insist.
It’s very hard when I let myself understand that this is it. This is high school, it’s over. I’m not waiting on finals or graduation. This was my last high school horah. In four months two of my best friends will be in different states and we’ll all be living a different life with different people, it’s all very exciting but all very sad.
I’m not sure Adeline ever truly loved. She’d had strong feelings. Longings to be near someone, but never anyone in particular. Just anyone. A stranger, the person she passes on the subway, the guy who held the elevator door open on Monday. She doesn’t care too much to know their name. She just wants to know the curve of their body, to know she’s not alone in the way her body was made. Sometimes she wonders if maybe her back is the only one that curves the way it does, if it’s only her collar bones that protrude so far. The way they hold her necklace so it never actually touches her chest. What if it’s only her hips that stick out so far. If she knew she wasn’t the only one made this way, well then, maybe she wouldn’t feel so helplessly alone.
