Friday, May 30, 2014

we're made of dreams

Every so often, I find myself here.
Here being this...wishful, wistful place filled with unbearable longing.

Being a collection of thoughts jumping sporadically from one picturesque idea to another isn't always the best thing. I am most often fuelled by the despair that comes from feeling like I haven't done enough. Or rather, that I've done an okay amount but that there is just... so much more that I would like to do.

I scare myself with this being in want.
And I wonder when it'll stop feeling like i'm chasing after things that are always going to be just a little bit out of reach.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

For my favorite girl

I hope you never get too afraid of all the things you cannot see,
That you learn to trust yourself more,
And that you never forget what an amazing, beautiful person you are and how hard you've worked to get where you are today.

I love you. Like a fat kid loves cake.
Happy birthday, bubby.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

We're lying on the moon, it's a perfect afternoon

It's a dark and stormy place,
But with you my dear
I'm safe
And we're a million miles away. 

And I'll stay up and hold you until you fall asleep 

Friday, May 23, 2014

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Looking for some quiet

Just with you,
In this world that won't seem to stop.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Lifehack tip #101

When the question "How're you going?" comes up,
ALWAYS pick an answer that ranges from
"Nothing much" to "I'm okay".

Especially on days like this.



That aren't

Not really. 


I was playing hide and seek with you. 
Hide and seek with you, bubba. 
Hide and seek. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Because writers don't get written about

There is so much weight in your words, especially those that are written.
Filled with feelings and secrets and time that you've spent mulling over which words to pick-

Sometimes I can hear the smile playing on your lips as your fingers speak. I think about how you take in so very many things, even when people think you aren't looking. I wonder about the effect things around you have, and how, in the snippets of time you get, you place how you feel.

There is so much weight in your words, especially those that are written.
It's like they're hand picked, filled with adoration and gratefulness and just, so much of you..

And then, sometimes,
Only sometimes,
I wonder if you'll have any words left for me

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Sunday, May 11, 2014

For the mothers who are and the mothers who will be

Making the decision to have a child is-

Forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. 

- Elizabeth Stone

Monday, May 5, 2014

Tucked in.

It's been a really nice few days, I must say. (Few days/ past week, I forget. My math. It's not great)

I've been left hazy eyed and fuzzy hearted, so it's a good thing that work has slowed for me right now I suppose. 

I am streams of unfinished sentences and four-word poems these days. 
Perhaps I need to learn how to write again. 

That might be useful. 


My my,
Haven't you gotten me utterly enthralled?

Sunday, May 4, 2014

"She is all States, and all princes- I"

Surely you must know,
That no one makes me happier
Than you