Wow oh Wow when it Rains it Pours
I wish that every time I felt this unsettled I could go abroad. Abroad is where I find answers in losing myself. Travel has always been my most productive lover.
- Get a new book from the library
- Journal. Privately
- Paint my nails
- Go on a run
- Do homework
- Edit photos
- Breathe deeply, continuously
Throw myself into myself; my actions and thoughts are the only ones I can control.
Did you know when you’re sad/lonely romcoms are not entertaining/funny?
Oh you did? Why didn’t you tell me…
My head knows things don’t work out, but my heart never got that message. I think you shatter pretty easily at twenty-one, but maybe the pieces are easier to pick up too. There are birds outside my window and they are singing.
There were so many poems I hadn’t sent you yet.
There’s a purple-orange sunset radiating through this library window
And I’m trying to be content in the small things
Do your notes in the margins count?
This is what warmth tastes like.
My legs are treading as hard as they can-
But my head keeps sinking under sea level-