mirror work

you 

are

your 

own

standard of beauty

- mirror work. nayyirah waheed. salt

strides

dear diary

i've been learning to take life in strides

to enjoy the simple things

because i'm starting to realize

that maybe it's not all that complicated after-all

. . . 

journey

"a journey

after all

neither begins in the instant we set out

nor ends when we have reached our doorstep once again

it starts much earlier and is really never over

because the film of memory continues running inside us 

long after we have come to a physical standstill

indeed

there exists  something like a contagion of travel

and the disease is essentially incurable"

. . .

- ryszard kapuściński

in the rain

"the man is happiest who lives from day to day

and asks no more

garnering the simple goodness of life"

- Euripides

playing in the rain

williamsburg nyc

. . .

t

that summer 

you made me try pinkberry for the first time

i hated it

cup of melted frozen yogurt in hand

we walked aimlessly 

discussing everything from old school harlem

God

and my ridiculous addiction to gummy bears

time

it had no power over us

in an unexpected world we formed

within this concrete jungle

and we looked up

as the sky turned from baby soft blue

to golden

. . . 

- t

elastic heart

and another one bites the dust

oh why can i not conquer love

and i might have thought that we were one

wanted to fight this war without weapons

and i wanted it, i wanted it bad

but there were so many red flags

now another one bites the dust

yeah let's be clear, i'll trust no one

you did not break me

i'm still fighting for peace

i've got thick skin and an elastic heart

but your blade it might be too shard

i'm like a rubber band until you pull to hard

i may snap and move fast

but you won't see me fall apart

'cuz i've got an elastic heart

to me

this song is

perfect

. . .