and drinking is one. Now, first let me start off by saying the word “problem” is subjective; the very essence is based in a personal feeling of unwelcomeness or a desire for solution. For me, the solution I’m seeking to this “problem” is how exactly alcohol has become intrinsic to my life and how … More i’ve got 99 problems.
Today is the three year anniversary of my singledom. On this day, three years ago, I stood in an apartment that felt like home and asked the boy who called me the love of his life a few days prior, if he had slept with someone else. The room was still and the conversation brief. … More three.
He was an interruption. An indiscretion. An eye opening blindness that knocked out all of my senses. He told me he liked my freckles because they made me all the skin colors at once; I was unity. That his heart grew sizes after ours were placed side by side in silence. He greeted me … More an interruption.
I met him on a day when I couldn’t care less. I had stayed up until 7:30 in the morning playing Scrabble and Scattergories and we were set to meet at 11:00. My smile was big from humoring my childhood for enough hours that I had stayed awake to the point of adult responsibilities … More the way those things do.
Inertia. That’s what I am. I am the physical object resistant to any change in its state of motion, including changes to my speed. My direction. It’s me and my tendency to keep moving in a straight line at this constant velocity that slows for no one. That speeds for no one. Just one that … More Inertia.
I spend a decent amount of time thinking about color. The way the sky sometimes looks like that cup I use to wash my brushes off in spilled across it. The way lavender became my favorite because I took an oversized sweatshirt of my mom’s on a trip that took me across the country … More the length of waves
the length of waves 