When words triumph

when the wind blows // written in september, 2019

written 10.22.19

nightswimming // 8.6.19

catacombs // 6.21.19

hi you sent this last month and i’m sorry i’m just responding now! reading this means so, so much to me, you have no idea. that my words can mean something and help someone else is pretty much the greatest gift in the world. i hope you’re doing well! <3

written 11.08.18

written 9.10.18

(8.7.18)

(6.24.18)

in how it feels to drive across state lines       (towards & away from you,       a tether is broken but we both know not really,       nebulous love carried by the clouds down the coastline,       my hair blowing across my eyes to the tunes of escapism,       waves careening on long island beaches,       me awaiting autumn’s vital return).

(4.16.18)

foggy winter nights (1.10.18)

i find whispers of winter in my pillow tonight. when you are miles away, my brain fills up with hums of an ending that i part-Fabricate, part-Derive from the girl with the blue hair who has been on the back-burner of your mind for months (pink to blue to turquoise to purple to auburn to blue -- -- the human eye is attracted to the change in light) and i am stagnant. i am unquestionable, unchallenging, unexciting Love: i will always be here when you come home, and maybe that’s not enough. maybe, simply, i am not enough.

i do not know how strongly love is tied to the past, but i know i love you now, Uncomplicatedly. now.

(10.23.17)

and here we are one year later // 10.3.17

some days when i am feeling blue-grey i find myself calling out for words i feel when i am cobalt, cerulean, neon-tinted blue and nothing responds. just wisps of words i can faintly hear, and i’m getting too old to devolve in the face of emptiness but these nights are not kind, okay? for now, this is all i’ve got.