Origami paper fortune tellers: twisting destiny between our fingers. Holding hands against a chain link fence. I’m always out; you’re always in. Skinned knees and butterfly stitches: fly away and live with the clouds. Race the sun against a clear blue sky. Winner gets Venus, loser gets Mars. Either way, we’re among the stars. Passed notes in the back of class. Mark Y or N and send it back. Living lives dangerous as dangerous could seem. Secret stolen kisses while our friends flew tattered kites. Thirty seconds seemed like the rest of your life. Call it love or luck or just bad timing. Whatever you call it, make sure you mean it.
Posts about me.
It’s really not that important.
Make the most of this.
They love and miss you as you love and miss them.
Be proud of her, she’s breaking out of her shell.
Learning humility is one of life’s gifts.
Let go of that which you cannot change.
It’s going to be all right.
Disconnect to reconnect.
You know how sometimes it just works? You throw all your words at the page and somehow they stick right? You boil down what every single cell in your body was feeling into one paragraph, and read over it and think — God Damn. It feels so right; it makes so much sense. And there’s a twinge of that, “why haven’t I thought of this before?” but it’s mostly, “I finally got it.” I’m there right now.
And God Damn.
Note(s) to Self:
Thinking about Saturday night movies and beer — maybe “Star Wars” because I’m flying (Han) Solo. Maybe eat a couple boxes of Girl Scout cookies and write myself into a corner trying to write myself back to you. It really was a swell day in Portland.
Writing.
I am so out of practice it’s scary.
New things coming your way soon(er or later).
