measuring up the sea
all i have in these moments are breadcrumbs. honestly, i'm not being cryptic, just overworked. i am eager for conversations, emails and letters, but i lack the time to articulate my life in entry form. there's not too much to say. i just have a lot of homework and should be writing more.
a piece of a poem:
he’s at the heart of it,
wings just soft enough to shiver like paper,
stretched like ship sails
leaning towards morning,
he’s holding my hand like he’s forgotten about earthquakes.
we are laughing through sea salt,
making jokes like we forget that we’re drowning,
rallying like we haven’t noticed the waves.
we are sitting on sand dunes brighter than skies past midnight,
reading words that are larger than stars,
we are doing our english homework and we are learning geography the hard way
-by inches and in breaths-
this is untouched by strangers,
scoured by sandstorms,
we want to be invincible,
sometimes we forget this,
we’re older than friendship bracelets,
younger than popsicles,
sometimes i get restless,
sometimes he forgets himself,
we are learning to inhale,
i wish we were older,
every breath is a promise.
we are learning these stories the hard way.
and five truths:
1. i have earrings made of small dice, and that's both a symbol and a style.
2. i feel so connected to the teachers at my school. i'm thankful that i realized this before i left.
3. this weekend i went to a bonfire at the beach with my mom, my adviser/drama teacher (who is also a family friend since forever), two other friends of my mom's and one of my best friends. he and i watched the moon and the ocean and talked about moby-dick for hours. it was sweet.
4. by wednesday i will have decided whether or not to apply early decision to a certain college.
5. i'm deciding to learn how to take creative risks.
a piece of a poem:
he’s at the heart of it,
wings just soft enough to shiver like paper,
stretched like ship sails
leaning towards morning,
he’s holding my hand like he’s forgotten about earthquakes.
we are laughing through sea salt,
making jokes like we forget that we’re drowning,
rallying like we haven’t noticed the waves.
we are sitting on sand dunes brighter than skies past midnight,
reading words that are larger than stars,
we are doing our english homework and we are learning geography the hard way
-by inches and in breaths-
this is untouched by strangers,
scoured by sandstorms,
we want to be invincible,
sometimes we forget this,
we’re older than friendship bracelets,
younger than popsicles,
sometimes i get restless,
sometimes he forgets himself,
we are learning to inhale,
i wish we were older,
every breath is a promise.
we are learning these stories the hard way.
and five truths:
1. i have earrings made of small dice, and that's both a symbol and a style.
2. i feel so connected to the teachers at my school. i'm thankful that i realized this before i left.
3. this weekend i went to a bonfire at the beach with my mom, my adviser/drama teacher (who is also a family friend since forever), two other friends of my mom's and one of my best friends. he and i watched the moon and the ocean and talked about moby-dick for hours. it was sweet.
4. by wednesday i will have decided whether or not to apply early decision to a certain college.
5. i'm deciding to learn how to take creative risks.