making meaning
Vancouver, May 2016:
a late spring night,
watching the city lights
reflect on the water
discovering
a tall dark stranger
$2 soft-serve from McDonald’s for dinner
his kiss tastes like vanilla
Once I get home,
I’m watching my phone
waiting
refreshing
waiting
alone
nothing.
once again, it meant nothing
I roll over in my borrowed bed
Book a bus ticket for this weekend instead
What does it matter?
This isn’t my home
I set off to the next place
alone
mornings are good times to travel
because everything is new & full of potential
conquering the world in the dark and unknown
is only okay when you’re traveling home
I, 12:15 AM, 6 February 2018:
Your hair sticks up & your eyes shine green w love & respect & admiration, so softly looking at me
and it’s so powerful. you have no idea how it feels to be looked at so lovingly, how it makes me want to be. I know you would do anything for me, you see & you love so very deeply
and I feel so warm and safe under your gaze, though I know you’re miles away. it’s the most spectacular thing, the best part of my life, still, to this day
II, 1:38 AM, 9 February, 2018:
because I never could have imagined this to be late night talks with the best of me.
talking through insecurities at midnight, cracking jokes during the daylight; spitting rhymes instead of goodbyes and your beautiful green/blue eyes transmitted thru low quality wifi.
I never could have imagined how happy this makes me feel, how what we have is still so wonderful and real. you’re still here, with me, regardless of the geography.
There are never words enough
but you will always be, my love
//
that’s the way every day goes, every time we have no control
If the sky is pink + white, everything will turn out alright
It’s the same way you showed me (shooowed me)
You showed me love
Glory from above
thoughts 