2: I got that sudden earnest Latin pang, for culture and/or love and even though I still had Cream of Wheat crusted on my lower lip I was so cool.
3: On December 28, 2009 a woman was killed in a house fire. The gas to her house had been shut off and she was trying to warm herself with charcoal briquettes.
4: Somehow God still loves me even though I am dumb, dumb, dumb.
5: In months from now where will I be? My life is delectable possibility. Three things: I will be OK, I am in love NOW, When I breathed against my sheets last night, the breath that came back was his.
6: I think to live is something very like what we are doing now; with only a trace, a tinge, of regret. We face our future daunted, but supremely happy to be so near and wanted (somehow) by the other. To be with you is something so perfect I wonder why I spend the rest of my time. This is the suckerpunch of beauty, because I am going to miss you, and maybe it will be excruciating.
7: I wanted to ride trains so badly stories became memories.
8: Lake Burton is large and Southern. The reflection of sun on water burns into my retinas. I sit in a headached daze, baffled by unchartered waters, terrified of going back to certain city noise.
9: There is something wondrous about Friday evening metro rides. Sweaty faces smooth. Newspaper, tissues, stains of gum, a straw wrapper, plastic. Faces rest against the windows leaving oily impressions of foreheads shielded from the falling rain. The metro is blessed dry.
10: Yesterday I took four motrins and was caffeinated alert insane. I was so aware of my breathing (in-a-not-yoga-way) and how many times I needed to blink, which, let me tell you, were few and and far between.
11: It's been one of those Sundays. One of those Sundays where I rejoiced in bounteous breakfast: hash browns, scrambled eggs, sweet watermelon, OJ, and brownies. One of those Sundays I sleep in too late and spend inordinate amounts of time lamenting my complexion. One of those Sundays where my feet ache from playing Ultimate Frisbee the day before--barefoot on rough and scalding ground. One of those Sundays where I realize I have no idea who I'll be in two months. Just, you know, one of those Sundays.
Lived life and it was a dream.
2 comments:
Kelsey- hmmmm.... whoooshhhh. That was the sound of your thoughts going over my head.
this, this is so beautiful, little lost cousine-poet-soul...
the inter-webs, me oh my.
your blog iz my fave, as of tonight.
who knew?
the universe, that's who.
xoxo
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