A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go."
the numbers I have
built my life around
but it knows when I am being kind
and when I am treating it wrong."
l. when i was trying to quit smoking, and we drank white wine from mason jars. you called my freckles cocoa powder and i called your green eyes celery.
ll. i am learning how to be a grown up who pays bills, cooks her own dinners, and doesn’t cry at words like ‘i think i just want to be friends’.
lll. the thing is this:
love is organic.
it rots and softens.