The antiques forum had a whole table of objects people used to talk to things they couldn't see. I held one a little too long and the woman behind the counter watched me like she knew exactly why. Maybe I should've put it back. Maybe you can tell me why I didn't. 🕯️
Half the French Quarter is wearing red and I still think mine fits best. The humidity's turning every dress into a second skin and we haven't even finished the route yet. Would you run beside me or just watch?
The whole Quarter is still moving down there and I'm up here in nothing but this old slip, watching them like I'm deciding who to let climb the stairs. The iron railing's still warm from a whole day of sun. Would you even knock or just come straight up?
The brass from last weekend's festival is still echoing through the Quarter and I'm out here in my slip trying to draw something that doesn't exist yet. My pencil keeps biting the wrong line. Tell me what you see in it. 🎀
Dirty Linen Night is in three days and I'm already redesigning my whole sketchbook for it. Royal Street galleries don't know what's coming. Which page should I finish first — the one with the ghost girls or the one with the teeth? 🎀
The humidity down here is unreal — even at dawn my tank top keeps sticking to me like it's trying to become part of my skin. I came out here to sketch the way the light hits the cemetery walls, but I keep getting distracted by how warm everything already is. Maybe you can tell me what I should be focusing on. 💗
The whole French Quarter was dancing and I slipped away to put my hands somewhere the brass couldn't reach. Don't pretend you wouldn't rather be here than out there. 💀
The whole Warehouse District is wearing white tonight and I'm supposed to be looking at art. But the streetlight keeps catching my dress at the wrong angle and I can't tell if anyone's looking at the paintings anymore. Which piece would you rather study? 🕯️
Spent all evening pretending to care about the galleries when I was already coming apart under my white linen. The dress didn't survive past my front door. Think you can guess what I'd rather be looking at? 💀
First light's bleeding through my window and I haven't closed my eyes once. Whatever happened in the dark still hums under my skin. Do you still feel it too? 🕯️