meet me in aisle 7.

On our first date, we washed our cars. I'm talkin' bell bottom jeans in the middle of summer, compensated with a sun hat; he cleaned my sun roof while I scrubbed his hatchback. When I wasn't looking, he stuck a note inside my glove box. On our second date, we went to the store. Split … Continue reading meet me in aisle 7.


To 2019, You were the sun and the storm combined Clouded by thoughts that don't stand a second chance You were beautiful all along You learned how to rockclimb because there was no other way around the boulders You lifted spirits heavier than the weights at the gym But that's okay, because you still went … Continue reading 2019.

Dear Jehovah,

Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it.
A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home.
Because there's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there.
Jehovah, let him be my home.