"Pick a place to raise a family and raise a family. Never move. Put down new roots. Start new traditions. Pass on the traditions and words and sayings that mean something to you, and just let someone love you simply. Complicated love is so hard. The grass is never greener - same thing different challenges and different fun. Every relationship (from the one you have with your special pet, girlfriends, in laws, and spouse) requires both parties to put in one hundred percent. It’s not 50/50. You are loyal, and that will translate beautifully for you in your relationships to come."
Stitches
in words
We are alive in a quiet suburbia, sitting on sidewalks underneath golden glowy street-lamps. The rest of the world is asleep, but we are smoking cigarettes, and telling secrets to the night.
I crave these moments of emotional nudity. The weight of your soul pressed up against mine, making love in midair.
Every piece of you, stitched so tightly together, comes undone.
You keep apologizing, but I ask you to stop.
I want to tell you that I'm not afraid of everything that you are...
unravel
unravel
unravel
unravel
Open your mouth, your heart, your mind
I want to see all of you
Maybe someday we will move in freedom
Lips and all
in inspiration, words
I really hope that whoever I end up with loves books so that he will understand my references to literature and we can lay in bed together and read and have a huge library created from the combination of two individual lifetimes
The Garden of Me
in words
The pockets of this neighborhood are well worn with nostalgia. I walk the streets at sundown and listen to the wind, and the birds, and the volume of the world alive -- cars vroooming down side streets, the leaf blowers familiar racket, children laughing, dogs barking, and the sound of my high-tops lightly trodding on concrete.
And in this outside space - full of so much normal that, sometimes, I forget to listen - I exist so freely, and the dream narrative that runs through my mind becomes something possible to create.
I am fully awake in this fresh air suburbia, and I am writing my own story in the clear blue of my mind. And all the things I want to be, and do, and see are penciled in on the pages of time stretched ahead of me. And I realize now that it’s up to me to place these seed ideas into the soil of my life garden.
What I put into this earth matters, so I’m doing my best to sit in this planting place each day and tend to the precious life that is growing here. I never want to stop stopping to smell the roses or stand in awe of the bougainvillea, because I understand, now, how long they took to grow.
Someday, when I tell my kids these stories, I’ll start by describing the way the sunlight felt as it poured onto the garden of me.
Heartstrings
in words
Like moving to a new home in the same town
It can never be the same twice
All the days we’ve spent growing up apart
All the days we will continue not to know each other
All the days we will become more and more our own as we become less and less each others
Stories are happening to us and we don’t pick up the phone to call and tell about them with excitement still in our voices
New life has become us and will continue to become us
No more hellos or how are you’s or ice cream sandwiched between two fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies
No more childhood stars on the ceiling to watch over us as we sleep
Stark stale silence
Forever to fill the space in between us
Funny how happy I am, despite the whole thing
A Fun Night We Had in College
in memories
SoOoOooo I moved onto my school campus a couple of months ago and now I live in a dorm room with three other girls. We run out of toilet paper every other day and talk too much and take naps at the least ideal hours forcing everyone else into a silent existence for thirty minutes or two hours because you just neeeever know with naps.
We are never alone and sometimes that's hard, but we make space for each other to grow into the people we are becoming. We share the pieces of ourselves that you have to when you live in one room together. Like the fact that you're an insomniac and an active sleeper who is prone to snoozing their alarm ten times before rolling out of bed. WuUuuUt who ?? Meeee? Actually, yeah. Me.
By the grace of God we all get along. And even when we don't, we do.
I'm grateful for this weird little life of mine and the way that things constantly come together despite my fears and inhibitions.