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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