Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts
good love.
I like good love. It has you waking up an hour before your alarm, failing English and acing science, because you forget how to spea...
3
It's been three months since I sat upright on a bus in Pennsylvania. Three months since the rain washed Baltimore into a DC subway ...
eternal/internal camping
Today I didn't want to leave. And I love to camp in the rain but the stars are more worth sitting by. We should've know...
the last day of June
It's the last day of June and I lost a lot on the way here. The trees are greener on the other side of our giant island and th...
the wall
The rain strikes a chord. Not in the same way it strums you like a harp. It beats me like a drum in a tribal ceremony. Back home, ...
salt
I hate crying because crying is salt leaving your body and that stings your eyes. Stupid eyes. I wish you wouldn't hurt. But cr...
Paris
You told us not be tourists. So I moved to Paris. There's something in Paris that everybody needs to look for. Like a t...
childhood: green
I lived in a city of no fences, where the trees curtained each house from the next, drowning out the sound of pens that scraped against div...
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