|Me At Sixteen
||[Oct. 21st, 2008|02:56 pm]
Wizard of Changes -- ©cdozo 2004 to 2015
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Passport photo taken by my dad.
Where are you going, Isabeau? they asked. She said nothing, just held out her passport to the man at the barrier. He said something to the other one; she ignored that, already deep in the dream journey she'd long desired.
A world awaited: oceans, islands, beaches, mountains, languages she knew and those she had never heard. She had no single answer for "Where are you going?" but "Out!" and no answer at all for "When will you be back?"
All who saw her, and thought they knew who she was, and where she was going, and how she would get there, were mistaken.
I love this. It reminds me of the Guy Clark song, "She Ain't Going Nowhere:"
"Standing on the gone side of leaving,
She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze,
She'll take anything that's going close to somewhere,
She can lay it down and live it like she please,
She ain't going nowhere, she's just leaving
She ain't going nowhere she can't breathe in,
And she ain't going home that's for sure."
Your piece and this song capture that leaving moment so well.
2008-10-22 05:02 am (UTC)
Wow! e_moon, that is lovely. I felt like I fell into a little world for a second. And it's also kind of accurate.
Awesome, beautiful. Makes me want to go too.
That is, e-moon's writing about the photo is beautiful. Post about the photo, elsewhere....