When I think of home, I think of how the sounds and emotions of a place become natural, so much so that anything else feels foreign at first.Read More
How do you know what will become a memory? A single moment, sitting at the corner seat of a wooden table in the downstairs classroom of library, your papers spread across the desk, handwriting liquid and frantic. How do you know that in six months you will still remember this?Read More
He has blue eyes and blonde hair.
She always dreamed of this, of the perfect moment,
of someone new slipping into her life like a sunkissed angel.
Your favorite memory is a Thursday night, three forty-two in the morning when he reaches for you. It’s a lazy arm, heavy with sleep. It leans over your shoulder where you lay on your side, back curled up against his chest. This arm falls sleepily across your body, and he subconsciously pulls you closer. You…Read More
Look me in the eyes again. Tell me anything, the summer breeze blowing through those white blinds, the sausage and onion pizza you had for dinner last night, that you’re scared of spiders.Read More
Come lay with me. Do you feel your fingertips itching, hear that pounding in your chest? Yes, you’re alive. And you want. So chase those wants. Get in that car, drive down those snowy roads, and come to me.Read More
In a perfect world it would rain when I wanted it to, and we would run in it.Read More
I’m in love with the things that are fleeting. The smiles that pass quickly between strangers, toenail polish that never stays.Read More