maybe there is more of an allure in missing someone than actually having them when I miss you, I can imagine the way you make me feel I can fabricate the rhythm we will have when we next meet again in my mind, we groove and we flow the responses I think you’ll have toContinue reading “journal forty.”
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journal thirty-nine.
In my dreams, I’m dancing Spinning around a large, empty room I’ve got moves, this girl Wouldn’t you like to see? Twirling and dipping Swinging and tipping Hands up high How long since you’ve last let loose? Emptied your thoughts Until all that’s left Is yourself? And this beat—a one two three four and aContinue reading “journal thirty-nine.”
journal thirty-eight.
who are we without the people we love? one of my favorite things is standing in airport arrivals. seeing family and friends unite. hugs of I haven’t seen you in so long, and I’m so glad you’re here. wonder in the eyes of faces taking in a new city for the first time. it feelsContinue reading “journal thirty-eight.”
journal thirty-seven.
you do not give me butterflies they are much too fragile to hold the gifts you give to me no, dear you give me laughter so light I have to remind myself the ground is where I get to be with you encouragement so absolute I have forgotten what it is to fear those butterfliesContinue reading “journal thirty-seven.”
journal thirty-six.
I see these new generations (Said as though I’m even that old myself) And my aspirations, drive, and youth are reflected in their faces In the way they talk, the way they act And I think, Remember when
journal thirty-five.
not another one think about how those will look when you are older if my body must carry these scars of my youth and will be marked by age why can I not choose what reminders I carry why can I not choose art – my body is a canvas and I will be theContinue reading “journal thirty-five.”
journal thirty-four.
What is your love language? I’ve taken that test a thousand times over I’ve sent it to all my friends and ex-lovers I used to think quality time is what I desired But acts of service is up there I’ve discovered Is that what it’s called when you adopt a love of mine? Take timeContinue reading “journal thirty-four.”
journal thirty-three.
fall hard while you’re young. let the ground scrape your knees yet again. build calluses around your knuckles and finger tips. lose yourself in the mall with the fear to never be found. forget where you placed your favorite baby blanket, the one you carry with you everywhere. let yourself hurt. so when you areContinue reading “journal thirty-three.”
journal thirty-two.
I have not been more eager to love someone than I am to love you. Maybe I’m caught up in the physical touches, longing for lust, but I swear, it’s true. I figured the love I’ve had before is the best I’d ever get to borrow, But you, you sweet thing, you have me thinkingContinue reading “journal thirty-two.”
journal thirty-one.
If you could document your life, how would you do it? Would you journal? Would you vlog? Paste pictures together in a scrapbook to create a collage? Would you write songs of the days you laughed and the nights you cried—for both you to look back on and your successors to use as a guide?Continue reading “journal thirty-one.”
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