Girl || Boy

Imperfect haikus between a girl and a boy, drunk in a park.

In the quiet space
between your lips and mine
nothing and everything

Should my lips meet yours

in perfect dreams, I'll find

our world set a blaze

The bright explosions
if only we could always stay
here in the fireworks

The city and stars
fire in my eyes and heart
burning forever

I'm stolen in heat

consumed by dreams of you

our city-side fire

I am stranded in
the infinity of your ocean
Braver than I was

Stranded together

an indefinite dream

would you stay with me?

Hands scarred with fate lines

running close and parallel

infinite, endless

Changing winds turn tides

Fates align-where will we go

in a daring storm?

Timelines, Time Lapses, & Timezones

You're not with me right now, and that's ok. I'm still recovering from the jet lag, the disorientation of being half in a drunken stupor and half in the chill of reality. Dazed and lazy, sick and drugged, it's taking me longer than I thought to get over this all, to put it all in the back of my mind and wait. I'm very much afraid I've fallen a bit too hard, for maybe I've broken something.

How to Photograph Dreams
Rekindled beach fires.
The calm center of a storm.
Holding calloused hands in a park.
Getting drunk on city lights and distant stars.
Lovers exchanging haikus.

Did I ever believe I could have felt this excited?

Passing Notes to Burn After Reading
Like a screenplay written from a high school diary, I've somehow found myself ensnared by you again. A cat drowning in a sea of yarn. Flashbacks of our perfect night, getting drunk off our textbook chemistry. It isn't fair how simple it is to fall in love with you.

Black Box Mixtape
Dreams end abruptly, reality and stormy weather set up the difficult questions: Are you ready for this? Is this a good idea? Do you really know her? Can you really hope to be happy with her? What happens once the chemicals fade?

Sky Diving Lessons for Category 5 Hurricanes
The winds are blowing like crazy in this early spring storm and I'm high off of the altitude. She's still very much tethered safely in a comfortable relationship, while my hands are shaking-trying to keep my free fall under control. It is exhausting to keep my emotions in check, but for now I can stand to let my knuckles bleed white as I fall back to land. Towards the edge of the storm, things will be easier with a bit of time. Perhaps with a bit of patience I'll find my parachute to land me safe.

Recovery
I tripped and snagged my heart strings on something exciting. Like a salvor exploring a lost vessel and spotting a glint of glass in the outer halo of his flashlight. Uncovering a sealed bottle filled to the brim in hand written letters. Old memories-snapshots of a time in his past, when love was a wish on stars, naive, and intoxicating.

Interstellar
I've found a love that is distant and familiar. I'm infatuated with a girl much too volatile, much too unstable to keep or hold on to. How do you capture a shooting star? What do you do when you've been captivated by a girl with a fleeting heart? A girl ready to leave the planet you've just begun to settle on.

Passing Ships at Port
I don't know you. I'd like to find out who you are, but I'd like to think I've met you many times before. That girl tagging photos filtered to look like fitted memories. These memories that you're so ready to leave behind as you board that ship bound for New Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

26 Letters lost
I hope, if only for a moment, that we can meet and laugh. Enjoy a moon rise before you escape to another island with stars much bigger and brighter than Hawaii. I would love to be your guide and show you that this place you're abandoning has it's charms, it's quirks, and me. But I'm far off to the side in your horizon of an exciting life, alone and free.

A Crab to a Water Bearer
I have caught your attention, if only for a moment, like a glint of glass in silt and sand. Perhaps like two travelers in passing, our hearts will meet for a moment, exchange a glance or two, and continue towards where our hearts take us. Apart.

Fickle Resolve
Volatile relationships, changing blows, and secret friends. These past couple of weeks have been a tried test of spontaneous alcoholism and brutal reality. Positive friends will attract positive friends and the negative will draw a pit to sink your stomach. Everyone can't love you, nor can you continue coasting through your life with ease.

Tired Feet & Still Water
I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. Exploring the areas I grew up in-taking in the sun and the scenery. Still uncomfortable with self image, still second guessing conversations, and stepping through egg shells with acquaintances and distant friends . Though I suppose my time spent stagnant in the doldrums of the atlantic, allowed me time for the sun to settle the water - the waves rest gentle as the graves of friendships ended with an unrested sense of malice. At least with this gone it won't be long until the sun breaks for dawn and I can continue sailing.

Anchor
I'll refocus my attention to my anchors-the things I can depend on to pull me through whatever fog I just came from. Focus on my growth, my health, my business. Less being the 20-something dream hugger that idealizes friendships and romantic relationships and more of the make shit/get shit done. To feel grounded would mean a stable surface to continue towards my goals of success. Always busy being awesome.

Demolition, Acquisition
Every person I meet seems to be a welcome reminder of positive circumstances. Knowing that this shift isn't an end-all sentence but a gap to bridge across.

Short Lessons in Latin
I don't know latin
and I don't know you.
But I'd like to know to know you
if I wouldn't be so cold.

Droplets of icy sweat drip,
tired limbs from this constant pace.
I'll blink twice and hint a smile,
imagine a scene of graceful conversation.

I'm running off to another place
and you're soon half a thought away.

Fear in a Two-way Mirror
It's difficult to know that there are still bits and pieces of our relationship that flow and react as we talk. It's difficult knowing that these pieces are still rooted deeply in my stomach. Staring at you is difficult, and I'm still trying desperately to remain in control of myself. It's as if we're staring at each other through a two-way mirror, unsure as to what side we're on.

In Limbo
The lines are set and the runway is dimly lit, it's still much too difficult to see through the meaty fog of the city. I'm preparing my life for departure, box by box, back to a familiar place. I'll bring with me the things I've learned to start again and jumpstart my life in a place I truly love.