The moon in August when she decided to make a double appearance. The snow in winter that usually only visits the mountains, but this year touched base with everyone. My friends who always abandon me but never truly leave. The security guards at the booms who always greet and smile and make my day. Coffee in the morning. Tea in the evening. The old lady on the plane home from the states who chatted about life and love and truth. The warm ocean breeze in the middle of the coldest month. A mother who accepts me in any shape, form or way. The sound of a father’s support. A sister who is a best friend. A meeting with a stranger that turned into an obsession I can’t seem to shake. The ability to understand words. My ability to use them. A boy and his ability to feel my words.The waking of the sun at dawn and its drowsy eyes at dusk. The air and how easily it enters my lungs and my awareness of how easily it can be snatched away. A picture of Dorian Gray. A story about Christian Grey. The Book Thief for the second time. Dancing with strangers. Sleeping with strangers. Being a stranger. Elephants and their majesty. Four little American children. A camera’s magic. A boy with with a camera. A boy. A man. Books. Paper. Pens. Life. You.
And tomorrow I start falling in love in a new year.
When you ask my parents how they met, my dad will tell you the story of POLICE TO MEET YOU!! He was such a romantic. A brave man who walked into the lives of five people and added two more and called it a family. I love you mom and dad. One day I will tell your story to the world. Thank you for giving me life and books and values. You are the most amazing people I know.
Today marks the 1st day of my Birth Month.
It is a Saturday night and I should be out partying but I am stuck indoors deciphering Eliot’s The Wasteland. Man I hate it when poets get too deep for their own good. The more I read it though, the more I fall in love with it. He was either the dumbest writer of all time who stole from other geniuses or he was the only genius who ever wrote. I have this love/hate relationship for this extremely long poem and it’s leaning hard onto the hate side.
That aside, I have decided to write something every day of this month – letters, one-liners, poems, photographs… things that mean something to me and that have played a part in getting me to 25 in one piece.
Here’s to 25 more!!