Rendezvous
13 February 12 : 12.26 AM
Recently, it has been more books and more poetry and more music and more film and more candles more art more peaches and mists and daydreams at night and twirling and more wandering.
It's a good thing. For the longest time I lamented about how I couldn't see myself in the mirror anymore. And as much as I liked what it meant, being practical, being a grown up, being present... I always missed not being all that in pockets of empty spaces and silent nights. There was always a lack, and I couldn't figure it out.
And it's this. It's listening to music I grew up on, in the middle of the night, reading Anais Nin for the hundredth time and learning to live life through tinted lenses and colored words all over again like a rebirth.
There must be a thousand things I need to see to right now. Like impending deadlines and waking up early and bills that need paying. But not thinking, not doing something remotely important, suddenly feels right. And there is nothing not beautiful about it all.