A peculiar feeling of bittersweetnesslike shedding your summer skin to make room for the rawness of autumn,cold breezes penetrating deep into your bones.You’ve been asleep for months, lulled by the warmth and humidityof things being “just fine,”when the sharp tongue of the first breeze hits your cheek,shocking you awake and making you burrow into your covers,only … Continue reading Summer Skin
it flits just out of sight, enough to make you rub your eyes and wonder if you really saw it. a breeze and a buzz around your ear, a giggle that echoes gently as you whip your head around and fail to see it once more.
Six of them, arranged just so, framing my head like a hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me closer to kiss my forehead. Six. Always six. Six strewn around me, tossed off the side while my hand grips another or holds it over my face so my gasps don’t wake my roommate. Six … Continue reading Six
He told me that small spiders will jump from tree to tree, bush to bush, letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind, leaving residue behind that we walk into in the mornings. I listened, absorbed, nodded and wondered where my own string would lead if I jumped away from him.
I wanna dance around my kitchen with you, letting the music move us, spinning my head until my hair clings to the light sweat on my brow catches in my eyelashes and I blame my dizziness on the spins. I want you to jokingly shake your hips and be a surprisingly good dancer. I want … Continue reading Dizzy
i miss the smell of the grass after it rains when the earth below is so saturated that it takes all of my self control not to kick off my shoes and bury my feet ankle-deep. when you inhale deeply, and the moisture fills you up up up up till you feel lightheaded with the … Continue reading after it rains
I adopted a cactus today, that never before saw the light of day. As a homecoming, I showed him the sunset. He didn’t react.
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
sometimes i find myself lost in thought, remembering how your face felt under my fingers, or the curve of your eyelashes as i turned over in the morning and woke you up with kisses. now that i've experienced a teeny puzzle piece of life with you i find my days to be mundane when you're … Continue reading teeny puzzle piece
i feel like there's a cloud of bees just swarming around my brain and not letting me form complete thoughts just jumping from one to the other, so i don't fall over - does that make sense? i feel like there's a storm cloud resting heavily on my head preventing my eyes from focusing, blinking, … Continue reading Does That Make Sense?