day one

i've arrived in costa rica in an after-haze of advil pm and not-so-delicious (cruising altitude) blueberry(?) pancakes.

the air is clean, i can actually smell the difference.


what you see here are the remnants of a short stop to the market (arizona iced tea!) and the unpackaging of a small gift my dad passed along for his mother. My grandmother, blurry and distractable in the background, sells herself short in this photo; curiously tired, achey and stubborn, she manages to laugh at almost everything and anything i say.

i forgot to mention... every single glass ive picked up so far (count three) has had at least one thin, pink/red crescent shaped stain on it. if it had not been for her nostalgically badly-drawn eyeliner, i would have not noticed the shade of her lips.

theres something comforting in the idea of lipstick on a glass.

new feeling.

ill be walking quietly now.

and keep my fingernails trimmed,
so that i can love you better.

also...

i dont care how "good of a place" it comes from. because when you let your frustrations and anxieties roam freely around me, it makes me feel like its my fault. so keep the 'Good Samaritan' fingers pointed at someone else. thank you.

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You know, sometimes I just don’t really understand why my ‘misunderstandings’ are so uncalled for. Because, as I can recall, I called to help you avoid a really fucking awkward situation… and I don’t appreciate being told that it means I don’t want to hang out. Also, I managed to forget the band-aid can behind the fucking table I was sitting at, so if you want it still you can go yourself and pick it up from there, because at this point I don’t really care about it anymore.

remember...

This is what it feels like to take the hands off a clock. This is familiarity changing faces. In the most vivid sense of words and schemes… when my brain stops thinking about you, my body reminds me.

oo revisited.

Shadows sewn together with a loom
Balanced heavy shade of blue
Fingers traced the forests womb
Let me lay here, love is on the move.


And the twilight sang me to sleep.

the "oo" sound.

only love is on the roof.
guided by a lazy spoon.
blew in feathers on a wound.
sky is mine, and she's the moon.