Coming halfway through first and finding a decent parking spot. Light that warms your insides like the sun warms your face. Watermelon after an intense game of Burgess volleyball. The intimacy of speaking with your mouth shut. A three pointer to put us into overtime for the state game. Next to the fireplace during a winter storm. Unlimited Sticky Fingers on fast Sunday. A blanket right out of the dryer.

Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. Monday, April 28, 2014. Teach me how to rhyme. The girls who sing to their hairbrushes about fame. The ballers who got no game. For the money treated all the same.

And the day he fell the sky fell too. i remember that first day at work where he came to my rescue and said, her. The important ones all left, and now, with a twisted little smile on her lips, so is . Theres something fairly therapeutic about watching golden light spill onto a mountainside. Here comes the sun, do do do do, here com. Im Only Sure of These Few Things.

These are some brief explanations of why I am the way I am. So here are my final words. They are there even when things seem to be going well. Thanks for all the memories.

Drawing rivers onto my skin. And spinning my hair into gold. Turning my thoughts into rivers. The river pulling me under,. Saying my hair looks gold underwater.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Sunday, June 1, 2014. Thank you is never enough. We are in the here and we are in the now and we are full of stardust. Monday, May 19, 2014.

So, I will no longer be updating this one. Summer is over for me. Tell me about your life. You were the best thing.