people are fascinating. Sitting across from friends, listening to stories of ireland and kissing too many lips at one time, spiderwebs and hostels and running into girls in fur coats. And free hot chocolates from nice boys at starbucks, people singing at bus stops, rain slamming on the roof. I've been thinking a lot about things.
also I really love spring, tulips and crocuses and sunshine when i wake up.
and that it's just so beautiful watching people accept themselves. It makes me stop between bus stops and due dates and attempts to see people and sleep ten hours, maybe brush my hair, makes me stop and wonder what i have left to accept or change.
i started writing again, not a lot yet, not stories and memoirs and enough poems to wallpaper the house. but i wrote. i wrote about the people around me and growing up and feeling awake, i wrote about the beautiful things and the ugly things and what it is to grow up, become a boyscout, wonder about jesus and the devil and batman. (for those of you who know me you know how much i normally write. it was so vacant going eight months without words. i wanted to tear my hair out)
i love these things, the quiet moments where i remember how to be alone without being lonely.
this giant canvas is killing me and honestly im incapable of painting people, especially myself, regardless of that i love the way paint feels when its stuck between my toes in my hair on the canvas and everything is alive and technicolour.
No comments:
Post a Comment