she sits there casually smoking a cigarette
as the frails on her ripped jeans sway in the moonlight
a gentle breeze washes her face…
tapping her foot to the melody
as the beat goes on..
it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
the clouds dance in the sky
like a slow motion symphony
of marshmellow cottonball surprises
humming a little tune
in the middle of june
dancing away…
glittertip fairytale magic wand
sprinkles and drizzles a schmorgasboard of pastries
sugarlipped, candytipped, eternal dessert of sweet nothings
Birthday Party. This Saturday. Please RSVP by Tuesday.
balloons! balloons! balloons!
she closes her eyes
Alice in Wonderland
a cave
as she holds her breath
to blink is to think
and to think is to quarry
But how very sedimentary.
smile and whisper
camera fades and then pans to the left…
connecting with the moment
curious art
art curious
curious art
art curious
creation.
Creation.
A delegation of relation sports.
Observe the disapperance of the chain of command…
and here, we have a hat…. observe a rabbit suddenly emerging…
Life, the living documentary. Passing fancies.
Swash buckling armed commando, DRAW YOUR SWORD!
OFF! With their head!
Motown music-Supreme soundtrack
she gazes into his eyes of safe serenity
and twirls his hair in her fingertips
the soft locks tickle and she laughs
as it all fades away into nothing…
the world begins to spin faster
but just for a moment
pigtails + punk rock mohawk = three separated strands of hair
she rollerskates into his arms and spills her cotton candy all over the place
but it’s okay.
it’s okay.

A documentary by and about Cristy Joy.

staring into the blanket field
cotton ball snowflake hovering in the sky
naked and shivering
reaching for the hand to hold
running in both directions
and smiling
the somber franktity of days has passed
making it all up, one by one
longing…
3-2-1 Contact!
battling fear
the courageous warrior looks up to the sky
releasing the armour and sword and shield
little girl little girl..
running through the forest blindly
for once, eyes open.
so so new
so so fresh
for once, she can see.
nothing to do yet just be
she moves foward, giggling
nothing is serious
nothing at all.
unlocking those palpitations from the treasure chest
a gift for you
Please be kind, please rewind.
Handle with care.
big strong arms and white horse, go riding into the sunset
ready for the journey
destination unknown