sitting on my bed with a bag of chips and youtube on my ipad after a long day of being loved, i recognized a shadow of my fourteen year old self, and regressed into it, and i ate the whole bag, and i thought, how great is life right now, the news is terrible and yet we do still live in a world where young and powerless women like me can attain happiness without men, this is my reality, and i wish i could share it, but i can’t help that i want to pursue my own life, liberty, and happiness, just like the declaration of independence actually said, (huh, america had it right all along) and that’s the world i want for me and everyone, but if it’s not possible, can i have it at least for myself?
He’d lost the years, too many lifetimes had passed him by in a numbing blur yet he waited. When even the white flame would be lost to time, he caught a glimpse. Long lost love found once more in a dirty back alley.
Reunion, potato salad in line, paper plates sagging under the weight of everything, park pavilion, benches of people I don’t know with my father’s eyes
They all agreed that they would like to have a reunion. Coordinating it was difficult as the ten friends who worked together now were spread out over the globe. Finally, forty years later, they finally had heir reunion – in the meantime, two people had passed away and the remaining eight had aged.
sitting on my bed with a bag of chips and youtube on my ipad after a long day of being loved, i recognized a shadow of my fourteen year old self, and regressed into it, and i ate the whole bag, and i thought, how great is life right now, the news is terrible and yet we do still live in a world where young and powerless women like me can attain happiness without men, this is my reality, and i wish i could share it, but i can’t help that i want to pursue my own life, liberty, and happiness, just like the declaration of independence actually said, (huh, america had it right all along) and that’s the world i want for me and everyone, but if it’s not possible, can i have it at least for myself?
He’d lost the years, too many lifetimes had passed him by in a numbing blur yet he waited. When even the white flame would be lost to time, he caught a glimpse. Long lost love found once more in a dirty back alley.
Reunion, potato salad in line, paper plates sagging under the weight of everything, park pavilion, benches of people I don’t know with my father’s eyes
They all agreed that they would like to have a reunion. Coordinating it was difficult as the ten friends who worked together now were spread out over the globe. Finally, forty years later, they finally had heir reunion – in the meantime, two people had passed away and the remaining eight had aged.