please be gentle with this ragged heart.it’s broken down & tired, but begging to restart.to find somewhere soft to land, steadied & humbled,& ready to guard it, as this dear heart can be so troubled. please be kind to this still-beating heart.i know it looks bruised & battered, but i’d prefer to consider it art.handle…
soul to pen
enough.
the world tries to tell you that your enough isn’t satisfactory. that you must give everything, & then give a little more, because your everything doesn’t equal out to another’s. the world forces you to blink your eyes open, open before the sun has even peeked over the horizon, because there simply isn’t enough time…
wishful thinking
the door’s ajar. i told you to shut it. okay, maybe this is my imagination. my mind is playing tricks on me, or something. but we have this two year cycle when things go wrong & it’s past time for our reunion. maybe this is just wishful thinking. you know, i tell people about you….
open, open, open
you used to say that you could see what i was thinking, just by looking intomy eyes. you told me you could read me like a book & that the cover to my book,my eyes–a green tinged with golden rings, were easily opened by you. i soon grew addicted to the fast turning of pages,…
returnings
it has been a long couple of months. i feel like it’s only when i’m leaving a place that things begin to move & change rapidly. i fear that i will miss some of the greatest memories here in san francisco, while i will be making them in my hometown with people who’ve known me…
a hallway conversation
we will write love on these walls.simply put: we will inscribe all of our hopes & dreams into the four walls of this dwelling place. no shame, no fear in our longings. only support & manifestation in this home.harder to do: we will inscribe these hopes into our inner-most beings, onto our very souls–until our…
instrumental movements
this title is a little “punny,” as it really has nothing to do with music & everything to do with the specific life moves & choices i’ve made that led me to this place in my life. but, i have been listening to a lot of classical music as of late, so maybe music did…
letting loneliness fuel ambition
so, today started out pretty slow. which is totally okay, because i had my first week of work & i’m totally entitled to sleeping in until 9 AM on the weekend (aren’t we all?). by that point–after a shower & several facebook videos, however, i realized i was up later than the rest of the…
kintsukuroi: “to repair with gold”
the simplest things can mean the most. the sharp wind reminding me that i’m no longer in alabama & a sunset over the ocean that has consistently knocked my socks off for the last three nights in a row. the burn of lactic acid when i climb steep hills. hearing twenty different languages spoken within…