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.”
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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-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-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.”
journal thirty.
Everyone I have loved, I’ve loved in years. 2020 was the first. Naive and innocent, it saw the world behind doe-eyes. It was the process of learning to walk but wanting to run while knowing no guidance had been written yet. 2021 was electric. The taste of something new, something different. It was high inContinue reading “journal thirty.”
journal twenty-six.
It’s all in your head My mom would say Leave me standing there To wipe my own tears away I hated that phrase That mindset of hers That my problems were my own Problems to unturn Because I swear they did it Yes, they did it to me He left me on read Made meContinue reading “journal twenty-six.”
journal twenty-three.
So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, andContinue reading “journal twenty-three.”
journal twenty-two.
I am a busy body. I’m used to it that way, constantly finding things to do, not wanting to waste time. Except, it’s not really like that. It’s a fear of what happens when time slows down. When I’m not busy, when I’m left to my own thoughts and devices. That is when Loneliness creepsContinue reading “journal twenty-two.”
drugs ruled everything around me.
The sun had long since set as I pulled up to my driveway, to a building that nursed my childhood but now contained a better part of vacancy, most rooms not having had seen life for months on end. Over the past couple years, days had become a routine from my bedroom to the kitchenContinue reading “drugs ruled everything around me.”
brittany given. 