Auckland museum —
History is still being written
History is still being written
Delight, Nuances, Strategy, Repeat.
F-150 pickup truck love. Denim hugging on your thighs love. Azalea love. Doctor’s parking lot love. Kissing on your belly and all around your red hair love. Too bad that didn’t actually happen. Because that’s something you could write a country song about.
When I heard the news That you were gone I didn’t think much of it. You’re not where I am, You’re not where you used to be.
Now that I am back Where you’ve been. I feel your absence, I feel your presence. And it hurts so damn much.
And I miss you.
this place makes me the kind of exhausted that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the people around me
Lingering glances, Sideward smiles. Sweet mumblings.
A brush of the shoulder, Then a ‘hello’ Instead of a 'sorry’.
These sparse moments of connection, Make me content.
When a measure becomes a target, it ceases to be a good measure.
Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
Only dead fish go with the flow.