spilled milk (or silk)
so much has been recognized and realized today... and despite its low points, i think a good many things have come out of it... renewed friendships. sprouting hope. a sense of faith that strength and love are enduring human qualities.
i love my friends so much. i love the fact that they remind me of old friends from home, that they write intense poetry and seek out spiritual answers and get inspired to paint their entire rooms while painting art projects, that we can speak the same language despite all our differences. that they can cry to me one minute and joke around the next. that they can simulataneously be so young and so wise.
i also trust and respect Peri more than ever before.
and i was sitting in rainey's germantown apartment tonight, eating brownies and reading with her on her bed with her dog, thinking "thank god this girl is still in my life..." i don't know what i did to deserve her ongoing friendship, but i'm glad it worked out in the end. i sat there and read about foucault's political economy of the body and felt drunkenly in love with the world for a good couple of hours. sigh.
now i'm rounding up Nairobi (my bunny) and putting him to bed so i can finally get some sleep as well. tomorrow holds so many plans/ambitions. maybe i will rock myself to sleep writing poems - i think allie's inspired me ;)
i love my friends so much. i love the fact that they remind me of old friends from home, that they write intense poetry and seek out spiritual answers and get inspired to paint their entire rooms while painting art projects, that we can speak the same language despite all our differences. that they can cry to me one minute and joke around the next. that they can simulataneously be so young and so wise.
i also trust and respect Peri more than ever before.
and i was sitting in rainey's germantown apartment tonight, eating brownies and reading with her on her bed with her dog, thinking "thank god this girl is still in my life..." i don't know what i did to deserve her ongoing friendship, but i'm glad it worked out in the end. i sat there and read about foucault's political economy of the body and felt drunkenly in love with the world for a good couple of hours. sigh.
now i'm rounding up Nairobi (my bunny) and putting him to bed so i can finally get some sleep as well. tomorrow holds so many plans/ambitions. maybe i will rock myself to sleep writing poems - i think allie's inspired me ;)