Why did I see her, Eleanor, the same night at the same event that I spoke about her; Eleanor and her haunting experince with Ewan's music. I thought she were a child. I pointed her out in a line of taller, not necassarilly adults, people. I then realised she was small, barefoot, bra-less, white singlet, long frayed cargo shorts. She was emotionally stunted. She had a child's body. She was Eleanor.
Why did thier balloons never fly free. Why did it have to be theirs.
your regular posts make me so happy :)
ReplyDelete