you help me.
you help me live.
top of the hill, god, i need you more than ever.
bottom of the hill, i need a band aid or two.
home, escape. leave leave leave.
oh to figure out these things in my head.
it is too much.
the taste of coffee only tastes good with certain people.
i miss you but it'll never change.
some things wont change.
but this box i've been living in is making me short of breath.
home, escape. leave leave please, im needing to leave.

on the lighter side of things

i dont ever have anything to write anymore. not prolific or pretty.
but i have this friend..
i have this friend of mine, words flow out of her like the ocean
they capture you in waves and pull you under until you are completely lost
then they bring you back to the surface and sail you away on that boat of yours.
i wish i could have that dwelling inside of me.
that endlessness of beauty that never depletes.