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.