I am the Key.

¬†Some wires got crossed recently, I don’t know when, and my brain has been a little bit haywire. Drunk on abandonment issues that keep waving little red flags at me. My life keeps hinging on whether this person responds to me, whether this person shows up at this place or not, whether people come through … More I am the Key.

25.

Today is my birthday and I am 25 years old. So that means I can do whatever I want in this post. (Because who doesn’t do this on their birthday? Source) (Or this, for that matter… Source) But don’t worry. I have some thoughts to share too, now that I am a whole quarter century … More 25.

distilled. (a poem)

distilled. faces flashed by.warp speedslowed byyour eyes, my eyes. I caught thema butterflywings flutteringsoftly against my hand. Wide openyou gulpeda world full ofbrackish water Through the opened lidseverything floodedan ocean in yourone entire drop of self. But you laughed.because beauty ofasymmetryis this… that by swallowingthe oceanyou can losethe drop and all youever wantedwas to bea … More distilled. (a poem)

Neruda; the flowers.

I have had a little obsession lately that has sprung up in my bones. It’s really been waiting for me for years, ever since I saw the first line in a Neruda poem. I don’t remember what that first line was. I do remember the feeling, though. “Oh, hello. It’s so¬†wonderful to see you again.” … More Neruda; the flowers.