i want a winter that’s long and cold. bitter cold. no matter how close my space heater is, i still want to feel cold. a winter that is so long that all i do is complain about it for weeks and pray for sunshine. i want a winter that forces me to tightly hold a warm body against mine through the night. i want bare feet creaking on my hardwood floor, music playing quietly, white lights still hanging from the holidays, and candlelight. i want red eyes, a pink nose, blue hands, a black sky and white ground. i want deafening silence and the crunch of snow under my boots. i want a winter. a real winter.
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
— Benjamin Franklin
winter
ivory owl
fun fact: traveling in 2009
in the calendar year of 2009, i never left the state of california. i traveled almost everywhere between orange county and san francisco multiple times, which, on the east coast, would be comparable to roughly 8 states, but never did i actually leave the state of california. i guess i’m not too proud of that.
late night phone calls
i don’t want to get any older. i’ve realized, that from this point forward, late night phone calls are going to have a higher and higher possibility of being something bad. less and less is it going to be a drunk dial. less and less is it going to be a friend playing a joke. less and less is it going to be someone calling because they know i’m still awake. starting now, i’m going to dread these calls and my heart will beat a little faster every time the phone rings in the middle of the night. i don’t want to get any older. i don’t want another late night phone call.
i’m just gonna lay here
it never rains in LA. right now, it’s raining and it’s the first time i’ve felt anything in a long time. tonight, i’m gonna lay here and listen to the rain fall. i’m gonna just lay here in whatever it is that i’m in right now and enjoy every moment of it. i’m gonna lay here in anticipation of tomorrow, of next week, and of next year. i’m gonna feel it all, while i listen to water flow out of the gutter just beyond my apartment door. i’m gonna lay here and be anxious. i’m gonna lay here and be nervous. i’m gonna lay here and be confused as hell. tonight, i’m gonna lay here and remember what it’s like to feel.
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when the ticking stops
time is circular. at least it’s represented that way. it starts where it ends and then starts all over again. we glide from one moment to the next. some moments seem longer, others seem to go by a few ticks at a time. eventually, the clock stops. but what about the ticking? the clock itself moves the hands. there’s no telling when the clock is going to stop, but the hands can be stopped at anytime. i feel like i’ve been following the hands for a while, floating from moment to moment, letting the ticking dictate how i spend my time. i’m ready to stop the hands. i like it here. i’m gonna stay put for a while and not worry about what i should do by the time the hands come back around.
I just want to be a part of a well-told story.
