Jumble of Thoughts, Marquee of My Mind♥

This is what I bought from Target a few months ago the second it came out. Exactly what I had been wanting for necklace storage. Still no regrets in buying it. (Taken with instagram)

⊕

tiredfoxes:

Johnny.

I drove past your old house today. Saw the shutters and wrap around porch. Saw a young couple planting marigolds around the mailbox post. Saw that they’d repaired the screen door in front, grown grass in the patch of sand where I’d stomp my cigarettes out while you worked under the car. I slowed to peer up through a sky of pollen and sun to see the window where your bedroom used to be. Saw that the screens had been replaced. Saw that they’d painted the walls inside. Saw blank canvas where your movie posters used to hang.

They noticed me inching along the road and stared, pausing with clumps of rooted dirt and bunches of yellow flowers midair. I saw love vibrating in the space between them. Saw a fading bite mark below her ear. Saw a tricycle in the driveway where your motorcycle used to park itself for summer. I sped up again.

I saw a little movie on the windshield. A little movie of the two of us, in that house, in your bed, making love that wasn’t love. There would never be a tricycle, marigolds. There would never be grass or patched screens, painted walls or love that vibrates. The wipers send a yellow cloud of pollen rushing up over the roof. It erases the movie before the credits have a chance to roll.

I drove past your old house today. Saw what those walls were really built to hold.

⊕ 23 notes