Official Farewell

She's favoring the
gentle energy of trees and
the flickering of
candlelight
more than the

dull energy and
glare of
the screen.

She's had a
wonderful time, but
she can feel the
people
less and
less, the words are
just typed and
don't come from a
mouth
anymore.

She prefers
the mouth.

She prefers skin and
the truth.
Words that aren't
invisible with metaphors.
She prefers music,
dancing,
planting seeds instead
of planting
secrets.

She's had a
wonderful time.
Without HERE she
wouldn't have
THEM.
She wouldn't have
learned how to
write poetry on
the back of her eyes and
the soft of her
throat, but

talking with trees
has been
ignored;
the strings of her
guitar are being
reincarnated now, her
feet are callusing again,
she's ready to
start drinking the rain again,
start drinking the light that
pours from
the sun,
from life,
from
you.

So. I guess what I'm trying to say is: on a whim, I'm gone. I need more time, and I have time, so I'm using it. Thank you all so much. I've grown so much as a writer and a person through using this site and reading the work of others. I've developed relationships I never would have otherwise. I love you. Thank you so, so much. I'm taking a break, at least cutting down, probably at least until winter comes around once more. I will read your writing, because it inspires me and lets me into parts of your lives that I can't see otherwise. I will post occasionally, but imagine as you know her is...dead.

Again, thank you.
Much Love and Peace,
Camille