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journal fifty-nine.

the city of lights — if you don’t watch out it might just swallow you whole but then again maybe it will anyways the city of lights — remember how lonely it felt? as people passsed you by but how beautiful to watch them speed through their lives how do I become one of them?Continue reading “journal fifty-nine.”

journal fifty.

I love you Like birds love trees Like flowers love bees Like the moon loves the sun You’re my one And I’ll love you ‘Til all the trees die And the birds get too scared to fly And the bees forget to buzz And the flowers are all that was Left for someone to layContinue reading “journal fifty.”

journal forty-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

journal forty-two.

two hours before sunset I’ve realized that’s my favorite time outside, at my new place maybe old to some, but new to me on my balcony, overlooking my city I’m swinging swinging swinging swinging more like softly rocking actually I’m softly rocking on the only thing I have out here— one sole hammock and theContinue reading “journal forty-two.”

journal forty.

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.”

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.”