There are a lot of moments in life where you feel they slip away from you as soon as they come—like you’re watching in third person and you can scream all you want, but they can’t hear you; you go to reach but you miss because they’re just as untouchable as you are.
A home isn’t a home until it feels like a home.
And I think—you know—when you believe in something, like really believe in something, there’s no way that belief will fail you because you’re manifesting it out of thin air. You’re breathing life into it—giving it oxygen and a heartbeat to live as freely as you desire. Your thoughts are your new pair of lungs; be … Continue reading the road map to your greatest potential—a messy poem.
Mama, he’s warm—like a hot shower after a day in the snow. When he holds me, he’s a human toaster; electricity fueled by his touch with the knob turned to forever. I’m warm. I’m so warm.
Lost my keys in the garden trying to find the door to your heart. I should have known you’d lock me out. And as I sat there, waiting, deciding whether or not to try the doggy door, a nice man walked up to ask for some sugar. It was your neighbor, John. I told him … Continue reading the man next door.
you were right, thank you.
We’re all swimming in a sea of regrets, drowning, trying to reach the shore.
Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
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.