Hungry Heather

“do you know what it is like to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes. knowing sleep will set it right— if you were not to wake.”

Isn’t hot coffee a wonderful thing? How did people get along before it was invented?

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

Freedom is dangerous. You’ve got to make choices. You’ve got to make very dangerous choices. You’ve got to be taught that your life is in your hands.