Three am yoga stretches in the maize with Brittany. Aww yeah
This morning the waves were quiet
ripples that caressed the shore,
now they foam and snarl, crashing
into the night washed beach.
We’re seated on lounge chairs, hidden
beneath grass thatched umbrellas.
Bottles of wine and cans of hard cider
litter the still sun warm sand
at our feet, though the evening brought
chills and sweatshirts. Look, someone says,
gestures to the ocean. Poseidon
must be angry. We all agree, staring
as the water swells and rages
against land. I sip my wine, black
in the faint streetlamp light.
Strong and dry, it slides down my
throat, warming me to my fingertips.
I’m going to jump into it, I say.
Shed my hoodie, leave on shorts
and a top. Race to the waves, dancing
across rocks sharp on the soft arches
of my feet. Teasingly, the water recedes
as I approach, only to rush back, breaking
against my calves, flooding the beach
once more. The waves drag sand back
out to sea, pebbles skittering across
my toes with a sound like rain on
dry earth. I wade into the ocean’s
inky depths, boat lights flickering
across wave tops, trusting my feet
to guide me through the unknown.
I’m up to my thighs now, salt in the air,
heavy on my tongue. A wave, white
foam already spilling from its crest,
barrels towards shore, towards
me. Feet apart, I brace myself
as the water slams into my chest,
bubbles swirling around my legs.
It leaves as quickly as it came,
icy tide taking my breath with it.
Im here, I’m high, I want pizza
I think I’m going to buy a piece. I’m going to do it. There is such a pretty pipe I’m looking at and I want to smoke more on my own. I’m going to do it
"I didn’t know the alarm would go off if I opened the door"
THERE ARE THREE DIFFERENT SIGNS THAT SAY THE ALARM WILL GO OFF IF YOU OPEN IT HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT
I’ve been thinking that for the tree ring tattoo I’m going to get one my shoulder I want to have the characters for the Japanese aesthetic Wabi- sabi in the center. There are many different things that it means to me and I think it’d be perfect.
Tonight at McDonalds I was told by a friend I was too pretty to be with the guys I was with. I’m not sure how to feel about that.