Coming back upstate and having just spent the weekend in Brooklyn. I'm kind of sad inside. Maybe I am just tired, perhaps a bit underfed? maybe a little distracted.. maybe alot of things.
Sitting here on this bus just a little ways beyond Patterson and alot of ways still to go. Sitting here on this bus, having just spent the weekend in the city.. sitting here thinking of you, and wondering why your reading this. I think I figured it out. I think I got it. I think I've decided think I like this place better. Right here.. sitting with you.
In the land of mispellings and problematic punctuation - I am queen. In this world its just you and I. Words distract me and subways inspire me.. I like it that You dont get mad when my head gets so full that it hurts. You dont notice when I've stopped talking, you dont ask me how I am or what I am doing. Theres no stories between us, no rules and no mistakes, theres no listening and certainly theres no talking ..
you see, just between the two of us.. theres just alot of words.and I am ok with that - for now anyways.
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
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May 24, 2026 I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to st...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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Every night it's the same. It's been the same for months now, my mind is set on repeat and I am desperately trying to remember all ...