alisonwonderland
I am wearing maroon. I sit in an office. I listen to music and feel less than alive, less than dancing, less than hiking, less than spinning fire, I am on the computer.
wade in the water, the sunflowers' petals have graced the lake, swishing backward and forward, swirling around with your thoughts; you wade, they swirl
you swirl, they wade
you dance together
she crushed the ice slowly, turning around to see the situation had not left the kitchen. mom and brother still arguing about the dishes. is that really the most pertinent issue? was it just an outlet for bigger issues? is there anyway the refrigerator would crush ice slower?
I wonder how much wonder I can retain...does it get lost somewhere in the cracks of making breakfast, brushing my teeth, going to my doctor's appointment, driving to the park....
train yourself well now, every day a step closer. train yourself to love, to be that diamond, to be that vortex, that respite. train yourself well now, you'll be weary sometimes and lonely too, but have yourself to come back to.
around the corner, it's the day your never waited for, the lights you thought were fading already, the way you dreamed when you were a kid and that same monster was followed by that same hug and you never realized how that's called optimism.
take me up to montage, the scenes, how the scenery blurs and becomes the whomping willow, the day by the lake, the time I explored the city by myself and learned how to be myself
i remember that time you took your life off, laid it on the grass next to you just to see how it felt to feel real naked, the kind no one talks about. I remember, I remember the way it felt when I followed suit, like my chest was swelling up and I tried to settle into the discomfort of vulnerability.
he said, I gotta trim these bad boys, there's an art to sideburns, they haveta look like a simmering campfire that'll burn steadily for a few hours longer, not a massive bonfire.
the booth of the way they always looked. the booth they sold their sighs and lost their signs. the booth, they never listened, the booth they always gave us back our change. too late. we waited. the booth they sat while everyone else watched the game. the booth they sold themselves, they sold skittles. they sold living
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