dear identifying logic diary,
one thing i never told anyone growing up was about the people in my bedroom. and thank God for secrets, that would have prolly been the fanciest label of all. but while i knew these people did truly exist, i knew they weren't really there. i spent hours looking for them in the day- many times- during my childhood. i constantly cleaned out my closet- repacking it full so there would be no room for anything else that could take up space. once packing it clear to the lightbulb- burning my sleepingbag that had the trees on it. forever reminding me of the dangers of forest fires. i never told my mother why i packed my closet and kept it arranged like that- and she always wanted to know. when my north and west windows stood open all night, a steady breeze would catch the corner of the house and sometimes it felt like fingers under my summer nightgown. on those nights my imagination worked so hard, those fingers belonged to the people who lived in my room. i let those people touch me everywhere. i was molested by the spirits in the wind. and see yet, another label.
one thing i never told anyone growing up was about the people in my bedroom. and thank God for secrets, that would have prolly been the fanciest label of all. but while i knew these people did truly exist, i knew they weren't really there. i spent hours looking for them in the day- many times- during my childhood. i constantly cleaned out my closet- repacking it full so there would be no room for anything else that could take up space. once packing it clear to the lightbulb- burning my sleepingbag that had the trees on it. forever reminding me of the dangers of forest fires. i never told my mother why i packed my closet and kept it arranged like that- and she always wanted to know. when my north and west windows stood open all night, a steady breeze would catch the corner of the house and sometimes it felt like fingers under my summer nightgown. on those nights my imagination worked so hard, those fingers belonged to the people who lived in my room. i let those people touch me everywhere. i was molested by the spirits in the wind. and see yet, another label.
