Do you remember when we would complain that our friends were two-faced? That they had different versions of themselves, that would come to life depending on who they were around? At the time it seemed like a terrible thing, and we tried to justify our actions to declare our one-faced selves. How terribly off we must’ve been.
When I was younger I used to sleep with the window open in the winter so I could pull the sheets around me tighter and maybe we all have our own ways of holding ourselves together.
My questions at 2am and my hand in your hair does not mean “tell me where this is going,” it means, “I like listening to what you have to say and I don’t think enough of us take time to enjoy the small and temporary things.”
I do this thing…
Where any time I remember something embarrassing,
I blink really hard for a few moments
As though the darkness behind my eyes
Can clear the dirty slate
That I have built in the back of my mind.
It should probably be kept under lock & key, to say the least. Because when I’m out and I don’t have my journal (which is quite often) – this is the place I turn to. For all the split second moments, the late night overthinking, the miscellaneous self-reminders, the awkward “stare at your phone” circumstances, and […]
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