4.25.2010

Hopefully I'll be posting some new writing soon, it's been hard to be creative in the past week but I've been trying.
I miss my friends.

4.23.2010

I feel like summer is off to a weird start.
The time between letting my brain rest for exams and starting a series of tiring and not overly stimulating jobs was basically nonexistent. It's frustrating feeling like I'm not even home yet because I haven't had the chance to really see my friends or hang around, you know?
And I definitely haven't been feeling inspired at all.
Hopefully the sun will come out and this will all change for the better.
Summer, where are you? Seriously.
Also, I love Bon Iver. If he ever plays anywhere in the vicinity of me, not only will I travel to wherever he is, but I will also probably pee my pants.

Real life.

Almost done.

Long days and fast nights,
sun-baked and grinning:
Soles of our feet hardened
from never wearing shoes,
our skin glimmering with
a permanent layer of sand.

I feel myself uncurl,
like a flower in bloom.
Body suspended
in the dark water,
white and glowing
in the moonlight.

The stars mirror
the constellations
of freckles on my skin.

I’m a part of it,
I’m all of it.

I am the worst at studying.

Tuesday night can not come fast enough.
Freedom, please.

There's nothing better than:

- starting off the day by helping your bathrobed neighbour friend get ready for school
- getting licorice at the depanneur
- drinking wine and getting dressed with your pals
- walking all the way to foufs only to discover it's filled with 14 year old avril lavigne lookalikes
- walking down st laurent in the rain only to discover that every single bar is empty because we should be studying like everyone else
- making the fantastic final decision to bail on partying and get awesome poutine instead
- having an insane cab driver
- loving life

I'm just starting to notice how much I'm going to miss this city.



And it just wouldn't be the same without these two.

Finding fragments in journals.

Words tumble from my mouth like I’m dreaming, drooling and I’m not even sure what I’m saying. I feel like I’m gliding rather than walking and my body is on its own, the brain connection got lost somewhere. And I can see you, and I can see them but it doesn’t matter because I don’t acknowledge it. I’m a mess. of words and ideas but nothing gets done. I’m sad but I’m not sure why. I’m happy but only momentarily. And it catches me off guard the way my hair moves and the sun is bright, and I feel it against my face and in my eyes. And I stop and it’s like I can feel what’s going on in my head, the sharp edges of words scraping against my skull, pictures behind my eyes clouding my vision. And I feel it, and it catches me off guard.

Summer is just around the corner.

I can't believe I'm officially done my second year of University in exactly a week. I feel like I have so many things to do between now and then, but the sun is so pretty outside the window of this computer lab and all I can think about is bike rides and rooftops and how much I just want to hold hands with all my friends and feel the summer heat.

Re-visiting, Re-working.

03/10/09

Today

I chased you
down the road in my bare feet,
pebbles getting caught
between my toes
and in the cracks forming in my heels.
You were always
just out of reach,
your long body slipping
away from my sticky palms.
My breath was ragged in my chest
and my running slowed.
You disappeared
around a patch of foliage.

I spat my big words
at your invisible image
and you painted the sky
midnight blue,
bringing down patches of
end of winter rain
onto my pink cheeks.
Your sadness drawn
into the clouds.

Beginnings.

Following the lead of a few of my absolute favourite people, I joined the blog world.
Hopefully I can live up to the fantastic standard they've set so far!
For right now, I can't stop listening to this: