Feist - How Come You Never Go There

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10,000 feet above myself and down below a storm is growing and building the way it has been for all of my life. Pockets of hope and pockets with holes. This worn coat covers me and keeps me strangely connected to the threads of what I once wished for each night and realized would never be each morning. But the one thing we are great at is pretending. And this lie we both share has left fingerprints on everything.
To look at someone and not know them, not feel much of anything for them, less sadness and wonder on how they let life slip away so easily, is like looking through them. Years later these tiny spots behind my eyes still see her…not there. This tightness in my chest, this pressure in my past continues to wake me and remind me of the broken and the bent, of the trying and the spent, of the countless letters written but never sent.

RAW

one of the most important people in my life was the feature poet in the RAW art event last night at the Belmont. Lacey read a handful of amazing poems and delivered each one in the way a mother would read a story to her daughter.

Lacey's writings seem to take me where ever she is pulling from...the stars, a scared girl in mississippi, even to the deepest part of a kiss. Her words wrap around themselves and offer a glimpse of the people she has met and the woman she has become.

Thank you for sharing your life experiences with the world. I love you Lacey Roop.

liver alone, cheese with me

one day these moments will be strung together and remind of us of where we begun. that night when everything changed. that instant when I became the same. trace us in your paper sky.

p.s. i ate cheese for her