the shift.

UntitledA place to escape my head
sunrise is mine, vertebrae is kelly's.

there are certain things we forget after they’re over. such is the weather in texas. it’s fall, and you think “it must’ve been so hot in the summertime, but it’s so pleasant that i don’t remember now…” you look ahead to next year, trying to make fresh the sizzling feeling of skin on fire. but there’s nothing.

ned vizzini talks about the shift in terms of depression, but my theory teacher talks about it in terms of seventh chords and the circle of fifths. it’s kind of enigmatic, actually. you’re going in an endless circle and you can choose when you want to stop, but you’re ultimately going to end nowhere near where you began. one note can change the atmosphere of a musical thought process. in an instant the B becomes a Bb and the dominant is now the tonic - here we are. (i like to think of fall and winter in flat keys and summer and spring in sharps.)

i don’t remember what it felt like last week. but i remember how you told me my skin was fresh red and it felt like pompeii. i remember the sunrise on sunday, the 22nd, and i remember how i curled my toes under and tried to stretch warm all the way from my neck to my soles. i remember daddy opening the windows on saturday night and i remember waking up to a cool rendition of sunlight.

the first day of fall is the day where you walk outside and the sun deceives you. 
you are not red with pulsing heat, you are red because you are trying to keep warm.

the shift is when the prominence of your frame pulls through your spine. the shift is when you want to go outside, but you still keep my sweater on because the air is just that cool. 

-kiss kiss kiss, good intent-
{i promise, i'm working on being okay.}


  1. Better than I imagined it would be. Encore.

  2. Replies
    1. it was hardly 75 on sunday afternoon. that's Christmas in texas.

  3. you play piano, i'm guessing?
    either way, here in Wisconsin, fall is done perfectly right. mmmm wouldn't trade my midwest autumns for anything.
    but your autumn doesnt sound too bad, either. that's more like a summer day, for us.


    1. yes, ma'am! pianist and composer.

    2. Woot! Gosh, composer? OOOh, i wanna see!!


    3. click the link and then click the link in the post that was linked. ;) http://thecupcakedictionary.blogspot.com/2013/07/we-interrupt-your-regularly-scheduled.html

  4. naaaaaailed it. your words always settle in my bones, and i find myself thinking about them even hours after i've read them (no lie).

  5. your words... mh. i'll read your book one day, okay?

  6. whenever i read your posts, i always feel at ease. at home.
    this is beautiful.


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