sometimes feeling lost is a necessary rite of passage .
Category: musings
how gratifying a place the world would be if we became a society of well expressed wonderment .
that person you reach to call when you first get off the plane is important.
you’ll text family to confirm proof of life, but it’s the mutual desire for vocal comfort that equates to love. when you’re scrolling through your address book with no “go to,” waiting at luggage carousel 3, you’d much rather receive a confirmation of your pending dinner reservation than of your stinging loneliness.
if it don’t leave marks it don’t count .
we respect power + want to possess beauty .
situational truths,
comments that well tears but don’t draw them .
i thought it was heartbreak that greased my creative wheels .
the potential for truth in that statement both frightened me + satiated my inner masochist . but today i awoke realizing that it is in fact the act of love, + the subsequent fear of no longer being near it — that propels the locomotive inside .
theorizing on “the love come-down” today .
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