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my own crystal ball

and you coated my ears in honeydew

it dripped down my throat

milky and cool

swam in my belly

where I kept the secrets we made

as we sat in maple trees

aching and laughing

never in the same moment

I took that day

I melted it down

careful to preserve every leaf

the rough bark that splintered my finger

the bruise on your knee when you fell

that look when our thoughts coalesced 

but neither would mention they had 

I torched it 

until every crystal would never move again

You Don't Need Booze When You Have a Head-Full of Lonely.

the lack of faith people have in themselves just gives me really heavy boots. heavy enough to want to move on to the second stage of misunderstanding and despair - anger. this is a little of that anger. 

where is this any of this going to get you?  playing games with people, involving emotions, or pretending to - it’s like walking in a circle until you wear the ground down, down further than you can climb out of. 

if you don’t know yourself you can’t share yourself with other people.

“if you can’t sleep alone, I am better off alone.” emery

If you can’t be honest with yourself you’ll never be real with anyone else.

How can all of you have so little faith in yourselves? Why is everyone always pushing for that ‘one’? Why do people believe in that one? Just wait, find happiness in yourself, you CANNOT rely on anyone else to make you happy. When you do lay your locks down to sleep at night is it someone you care for-or just someone?

I still remember.

it was the first time.
possibly the only time.
your lips.
i could barely stand.
if i could only have
one
kiss
in my whole life
it would be that
one.

what I have been thinking about today:

How Logan deserves more letters from me, we promised each other eight.


The last time I saw Matt and how much we have both changed.


Wouldn't it be beautiful if every thing and every person shared what they were feeling.


How sad it makes me to see people who don't understand the beauty of \\\\\\\\\\


How easy it is to slide into heavy boots, but the more I wear them the easier it is to learn to take them off and how much better it feels when I don't wear them.


How would we look if none of our bruises.cuts.burns.scratches. ever fully healed and just by looking at someone you could tell their life story.  We would all be forced to be a little more honest with each other and in turn, ourselves. 

where is the line between what I want to do and what is best for me?

some days you make my life easy
some days you make my life like hell
and then more days than some days 
i just want to kiss you
just like that time you leaned in to tell me why we would never work
and i just pushed my lips on yours
because i knew the truth of your words
but kisses are better than truth
especially when there is truth in your kisses
which happened less days than some
maybe none
but ah. just fuck it and kiss me

old yeller.

there are just some decisions no person should ever have to make.

inspiration:

6. the act of drawing in, especially the inhalation of air into the lungs. 


c.1300, "immediate influence of God or a god," from Latin, inspiratus, pp. of inspirare  "inspire, inflame, blow into," from in - "in" + spirare "to breathe".  


thank you dictionary.com


The past week has led me to several people who breathed life into me.  I need that right now.


experience. new. life. 

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