Do we not simply chase revisions of our first love?
I think it’s important to remind myself that I want what I felt with you, not what I had with you
Smell the pollen, breathe deeply
We look at life like a race track
And our fruitless hustle reflects that.
I default to seeing it all as bumper to bumper
Traffic, simply keeping me from my bed, my tea,
And I’d rather it be a walk through Central Park
In the late Spring; the man is
Playing a piano to the tune of
Let It Be and a girl is sketching him,
And the birds have perched themselves
Beside him on his bench- I’m
Sipping a columbian brew in the heat of the Sun
And even my favorite watch is dead to me.
No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.
I am entirely pure: nothing but a skeleton at a typewriter.
The word “adult:” coined by children who grow taller and gain more responsibilities in a world they can’t make sense of.
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
the weird part about my episodes of depression, is they’re usually an angry sad. But sometimes they’re a gentle sad, if I get the right stimulus during. If that makes sense. And I prefer the gentle sad. At least something, I don’t know what but something, is beautiful through this lens.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.