Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

You're more than a story.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.