sophelia sometimes

"what would it be like if i thought i was pretty
what would be like if i carried that knowledge around
like i do the knowledge that i am a writer"

...

"would i be able to write such raw and seductive words
would you have fallen in love with me sooner
would i have frightened you away
before you had the chance?"

-- From "like pretty" by Francesca Lia Block

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when i was your age
i wanted pretty things
silver butterfly and dragon rings
i wanted fashionable things
a leather jacket and graphic tees

when i was your age
i wanted to leave this valley
paris for the lovers
florence for the angels
nyc for the rush
seychelles for the antidote
tokyo for the androgynous stars

when i was your age
i wanted to be a writer
publish a novel
both deep yet accessible
a modern rock opera
a punk cinderella story
watch my story on the silver screen
write a television drama
an intelligent sort of humor
of identity and duality
then shatter my label
and write something kafkaesque, literary, raw

when i was your age
i wanted to be loved

now i am old and weathered
crinkled brown paper packaging
but no strings attached

the world is rotating
time dripping down the hourglass
my sillhouette is blurring
but i am still
sophelia, sometimes