Thoughts

Have you ever been so close to a bird you saw it swallow? Because I have. Twice.

Why was I never given the experience of a pogo stick as a child?

"Best friends" describes two people, and so does a couple, but why is couple singular and best friends plural? I think it enhances "oneness."

We won't have to worry about the walnuts anymore.

There are things I could dare myself to do and not regret. But I won't, because if I did, there wouldn't be a safety net of "but she dared me."

If I were to lie out with you, I would say, "I can't see the forest." And maybe you would say, "That's because there aren't any trees here, Chloe." And then we would plant a tree together.

I don't know why humans got embarrassed about singing. If whales were embarrassed about their singing voices, they wouldn't be able to reproduce. It should be the same way with humans.

I still want to scream obscenities and yell about every wrong that has ever been perpetrated against me and shake my fists at you in the hallways just to get the anger out. I wouldn't mean it, of course. It's not really you I'm yelling at. I don't think it ever is.

The skeletons in my closet have gotten out and donned party hats to parade about my yard as entertaining stories.

Yes, "participation trophies" devalue awards earned by merit.

If I sent a letter to everyone I loved, I think only two or three of them would have expected what I wrote. I might try this. There is something romantic about letter writing and Polaroid cameras.

"There's a bright flash. Brighter than the sun. Brighter than anything you've ever seen." I imagine it's like the opposite of complete darkness, but with white instead of black.

"Again." But maybe not many more times if I have my way.

I accidentally cleared the play count on Soco Amaretto Lime on Wish You Were Here. They were 50something and 83 plays each respectively.

A Softer World is coming to Philly on Tuesday at the anarchist book store I job shadowed. I want to go back.

I told my mom that "I felt like such a hipster," with my laptop, books, Chuck Taylors, and veggie burgers. She thought that meant yuppie.

I'm at a loss what to write that will be meaningful and truthful, but it doesn't matter. There is no surface to write on.

Tremble like a child, or maybe a flower, makes it seems like it's not okay to tremble like yourself, or like a frightened young adult.