Gabbie Sigmon
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I can't figure out what my own name is. I woke up one day and didn't realize who I was. I got lost in translation between the version that everyone else created.
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Dragonfly.
I wasn't really there with my mom, mentally, when we went white water rafting. The only thing about that day that didn't annoy me was the dragonfly. The dragonfly was bright, shiny blue with grey wings and deep black features. First it landed on her, and I thought "Good for her!". I never thought, "what about me?". But, when it flew from her onto me, I felt sensational. It was an waking of my brain that I needed for the day. Not the rapid water we were floating on with strangers. Not the riding in a bus with a life jacket on for thirty minutes. Not the hat that smelled strongly of a construction workers ball sack. None of that stuff phased me. But that dragon fly....
By Gabbie Sigmon4 years ago in Poets
Blogging is Weird but for my Mother it is Weird-er.
Using a website to write in feels so very foreign to me. I remember my first journals. I had a password journal that could never recognize my voice. To this day, I still feel the same about technology. Frustrated and confused as to how it is supposed to be "advanced".
By Gabbie Sigmon4 years ago in Poets
