Some words [and photos] of wisdom, and my most favorite lullaby 

Thinking of You

I am thinking of you

I'm thinking of you the way a painter thinks about a masterpiece

studying each sweet and intricate outline, dash, and dot

recalling all of the small details he admires in it's elaborate blueprint

realizing even the minor parts he loathes, he loves

smiling at it stupidly for no apparent reason, other than absolutely adoring it

A couple admires the color and texture of Monet’s Water Lilies at MoMA, New York.

A Modern Day Romance

ahhhhh modern day romance

A Post About Love

I'd decided that me writing about love was senseless, simply because

I'd never had the pleasure of being in it.

So naturally I decided to seek advice from two people who I knew had been in love, at least at some point.

 "Love is like _______, you _________________," Is the question I asked my dear parents.

Moms reply: "Love is like the wind. You, can't see it, but you can feel it." (REALLY?!)

Dads reply: "Love is like home. You,  always know where you are when you return." (much more heartfelt, I guess)

My mom jokes that I fall in love every time I go out in public.

But I just fall in love with the presence of certain people. The energy a person can bring, that can change the whole dynamic in a room.  And I take notes diligently, I do. As if there were a manilla envelope in my brain labeled "little things i've noticed, and decided I love about you"  and it is always spilling out the top.

"In some ways I love everything. Cause it's less..  less of a 'thing' than like. Less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There's more choice in like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I can float away." 

Anyways...   I'll let this cheesy Stevie Wonder take it from here

The Mermaid

Being Ailve

I know i'm alive because I can feel my pulse, and hear my heart beat, 

and watch my cheeks blush.

I know everyone around me is alive because I can feel their pulse, and hear their heartbeat,

and watch their cheeks blush.

Being alive is accustomed and obvious.

It's feeling alive that interests me.

late nights of neon signs and blaring music
long and open roads with the windows down
being in a city where no one knows your name, or speaks your language
someone kissing your cheeks when they meet you
drinking & dancing
anticipating something that scares you
seeing something beautiful for the first time
4 am conversations
feeling extremely loved at the end of the day, right before you fall asleep