Tag Archives: nature

from past me to present me/from present to past

You told me you’d love me, or, I told myself that when I became you, you would still love me. All of my dreams, how I want to sail across the seas, build castles in the trees. I told myself of love, so then where are the palaces we pledged, the pictures of the oceansContinue reading “from past me to present me/from present to past”

Hypothesis Sea

If I take you to the reef of my mind, then you must promise to swim out further than the tides. — I have a hypothesis: I’ve only ever ironed clothes twice in my life, but maybe strangers touch the metal to tell if it’s hot so they know how badly they’ll be burned byContinue reading “Hypothesis Sea”

My Imaginary Friend

Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”

Where the Sky Meets the Sea

I hope you enjoy this experiment! I made a song on Garage Band on an iPad (so a super simple software), and I wanted to share it:) If you want more details about the meaning of this song and how I made it, check out this post on Buy Me a Coffee! I wrote lyricsContinue reading “Where the Sky Meets the Sea”

Fidget up a rainstorm

Fidget up a rainstorm like in elementary school when they taught about the water cycle– the sun heats a pond, makes the water drops so excited that they fidget up into the sky, join a cumulus clique, until they get sick with dancing in the club and precipitate from the party. — I’m too anxiousContinue reading “Fidget up a rainstorm”

Moon Musing

It’s weird, how we talk about the moon. We say it’s “first quarter” when half the circle is full of light. Then when it’s totally full of light, we say it’s a “full moon.” Why do we have this contradiction? If we say half is actually quarter, why don’t we also say that full isContinue reading “Moon Musing”

Trash Bag in the Trees

Trash bag in the trees, rustling in the breeze tissue to the sneeze of the greenest of the leaves. — “Get me out!” The trash bag will announce, “I can’t stand another ounce of this travesty.” But, unable to flee, the trash bag will flounce about uselessly, witnessing the beech tree’s teeniest sprouts growing upContinue reading “Trash Bag in the Trees”