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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-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal forty-six.

I often grapple with that feeling of not being good enough Fighting the well-known fear that time has passed me by Despite not yet even having hit my first twenty-five years of life Like by thirteen, I should have been some prodigy By fifteen, graduated—from university Six degrees under my belt, offers littered at myContinue reading “journal forty-six.”

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-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.”