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Quartermarks

My mother, my father
digging up weeds, planting peach pits
rolling out the garden hose

the old wooden fence
past the lavender path, which smelled
so good in the sun

our neighbors
on the other side, growing quiet as
we grew loud, making peace as
we became unsettled.

"You need to make yourself happy
before you can save the world.” “I don’t know
if I can be happy
unless I am trying.”

"You’re young." and don’t understand
the sacrifices, what it means
to feel the weight of responsibility
forty plus one-hundred-twenty-eight hours a week.

You’re too young to grow weary; that’s
what the neighbors are. You’re not there yet.
So tie your laces and run
because you can
run
your body says,
"It’s not time to grow weary yet."

Sin Fang - Look At The Light

It hurts to breath around you
My lungs fill up with sea
It hurts to be around you
I know you feel it too

A travel blog

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Hello friends, long time no post on my end! At least here…because I’ve been writing on this about my adventures because that’s what you do when you’re visiting all sorts of continents and want to remember what happened in as much detail as possible. Give it a read if you have a little time, or say hello, because I always appreciate that.

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Justin Timberlake, Carey Mulligan, and Stark Sands - 500 Miles

*rambly*

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Dreams to have while walking home from the library

I read of mangroves, coastal forest far away
protection against monsoons, a gnarled seawall –
nature standing up against its watery cousin
who would sometimes threaten death when
cousin cried and overflowed with tears.

But mangroves are far away, small black and white image
printed on trees so far from arboreal, trunks whittled down
and forced into a single, bleached dimension
to serve such a purpose now as to show
a photo of a mangrove.

Just as flat and white, but
the moon seemed closer that night. Closer than
mangroves and monsoons.
Back down to this autumn scene,
now the maples stand burning all crimson
Maroon leaves.

Monsoon trees.
There is life here and now,
then there is life in pictures and words.
Our minds catch both in one fell swoop
and they dance together in their captive company,
lightly stepping but sometimes intersecting in their closeness –
the impossible twirling of stony boughs become a nest for the granite moon,
immobile limbs graced with the agility of dreams. Fancy flying
one thought to the other, closing the distance and realizing
two worlds mingling in an elegant, chaotic embrace.
Mangroves holding the harvest moon,
from both the truth and I
so far, but so
beautiful.

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Things that make me happy right now

  • My house. It took some time to get used to it and understand its personality, but now it’s such a home and I’m happy I chose to live here this year. I learn a little more about it everyday, it’s so complex.
  • Friends. So many people that I’m blessed to know and see around all the time, in the magical world of the college campus where pretty much everyone you know is within walking distance. Knowing that people have your back and that you have theirs.
  • Being interested in someone and having them actually seem to reciprocate, just maybe possibly yeah. The sense of momentum that comes with that.
  • That music has always been in my life
  • Fall weather, fall colors
  • An incredible sense of agency in everything I do. Totally owning it.
  • That I’m enjoying all of my classes
  • Meta, but that I’m happy. And so continues the positive (ha) feedback loop of good feelings.

Two AM

Two AM, out on the cliffside.
We spent all night connecting the stars
as they demanded urgency of thought,
our minds said.
Connect the stars, and you will see
something else.

We tried to make sense of them -
saw you dancing in the sky,
saw your neighbor’s dog leaping,
saw your dad’s houseplant.

As we watched the night shift ever so slowly,
I wondered if we had made anything
dancer, dog, plant
that was not already there.
Did we add to this world?

You pointed out a shooting star,
and it was real.
My mind asked to retrace its path,
but instead I looked out
for more shooting stars,
more truth.