{"id":73,"date":"2015-07-03T22:09:07","date_gmt":"2015-07-04T02:09:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=73"},"modified":"2019-02-19T15:16:58","modified_gmt":"2019-02-19T20:16:58","slug":"tangible-twilight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/?p=73","title":{"rendered":"Tangible Twilight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>And for a second, I can see it. The darkness just before going to bed; the mid-nighttime before sunrise yet after moonset; it&#8217;s a darkness so overpowering, so over<em>whelming<\/em> that it&#8217;s impossible to miss, to unsee, to unfeel. And I try to hold it in my hands.<\/p>\n<p>Stepping on to my windowsill, the doorway to my new horizons, I reach out in an attempt to hold something so far so close. I stand on my tip-toes, wishing&#8211;\u00a0<em>praying<\/em>&#8212; for some force to rise up and catch me, to carry me away into the unforgettable sunset that is the darkness to my light; I&#8217;m taken, then, by a sudden burst of wind. It travels along side me, almost like an old friend who I had never met, and yet have to, solemnly whispering the lyrics to songs unwritten.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t usually mind the unknowable, the impossible&#8211; the\u00a0<em>un<\/em>possible&#8211; and yet at that very moment, I did. It bothered me that this imposter of air could so easily carry me out of my window as I reached for my dreams just as easily as it could take out the paper.<\/p>\n<p>But then again, I&#8217;ve yet to forget the taste of the ground as it rushed upwards towards me. And it isn&#8217;t\u00a0that tangible twilight, no; it&#8217;s that sweet smell as I went down, the blood in my mouth as I hit the ground, that saves me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And for a second, I can see it. The darkness just before going to bed; the mid-nighttime before sunrise yet after moonset; it&#8217;s a darkness so overpowering, so overwhelming that it&#8217;s impossible to miss, to unsee, to unfeel. And I try to hold it in my hands. Stepping on to my windowsill, the doorway to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":86,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=73"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73\/revisions\/88"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/86"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=73"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=73"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/girlwriter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=73"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}