stormy afternoon haiku
mad libs and laughter
rain crashing against windows
three girls warm and loved
mad libs and laughter
rain crashing against windows
three girls warm and loved
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
Part of “removing what covers happiness” has to do with social connections. I’ve stopped reaching out to folx who aren’t reaching back. That’s hard but feels necessary. I’ve spend time with dear friends and family but I’m seeing how shallow many of the connections I’ve had are. I don’t feel invested in changing that. Instead, I cherish the deeply-rooted relationships I have, including the one with myself.
I played the song “Apple Juice Kissing” by Deee-Lite this morning and thought, “Someday I want to cover that song. It’s so sexy and fun and juicy, I just love it. Someday, when I have some people to jam with…” Then I thought how silly that is. Why do I need to wait? I can…
today, as we played she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.” i thought of how i know where you like to be kissed and stroked but i didn’t know all your soft places and you didn’t know mine (hurt happened) as i started crying, she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for…
All of the paradox and contradictions. I always wished I could make pretty things. I wish I was a pretty thing. But what’s true is I am messy and complicated. I make more messes. I make pretty messes. I’ve been doing some inner calibration lately and ran across this journal entry from earlier this year. …
Glittery pink and white targets.