right now i want to run & dance around & travel the world & take so many photographs & write my heart out & everything jd salinger-esque. the dream must be vivid & continuous.... i semi miss creative writing. poetry. reading stories as a writer, which really never ends.

i was just in panama. for the first time, i went to a family wedding in panama. for the first time, i read a horoscope that totally described me: "el estado emocional sobrecarga tu psique: libera energias con agua de mar. parece obvio, pero el mar es una fuerza que restablece tu equilibrio fisico y emocional."

my roommate and i danced on the beach, sunny one moment, shivering and talking about our winter adventures the next.

new years on key biscayne, an old friends seaside villa, lights reflecting off blue pools, white curtains billowing in the wind. drunk & dancing with old friends, countdown & relapse into former lives, fastforward to everyone right here, right now, and in five years isnt it strange how time is flying... 5. 4. 3. 2. 1! and toasting champagne flutes and this is the new year. cheers and twelve grapes, a little luck & magic for each month/

in my mind i've gone to carolina/
i've been listening to james taylor in repeat a lot lately. right now i'm writing by candlelight, just turned on my soundtrack of ocean sounds, put on my uggs and am breathing deep. this is my lullaby. ♥. i have strong feelings about memories, no doubt about that, yet there is somethin so serene, calming, about putting words to a page, mind racing as pen marks scratch the surface of a journal you hold to your knee, clutch with a hand, knowing you were writing in this same book three years ago, before the beauty of college & opening upwards, backpacking and delerium and smoking and feeling really, truly accepted and loved by a group of amazing people. my eyes start to well, i look up, the fan is whirring & i breathe in french vanilla & cool air passes over me. i feel what lamott calls a softness, what i call a lump in your throat, tears in your eyes, splashing cold water on your face & taking more deep breathes. a yawn is so satisfying. put the pen down, feel the love, the jagged missing, the sadness, the joy, every memory... let it pass through you like rain.

away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
-ee



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