Sunday, December 15, 2013


Dear World,

      A tough thing happened to me this year. I don't want to talk about what it was, I just want to say that it happened. If I don't say that it happened, I have this feeling of wandering around in dark woods. I flash my flashlight over a branch and think it is a hand trying to grab me, or I hear the wind sweep through the trees and I think someone is whispering to me. My memories trick me, and if I don't conjure them out of their dark cauldron, I feel they might give me that final, poisonous apple, that they might take over without me even knowing what happened. 
      This all sounds so dreary, but I can assure you that it's not. When I trip and stumble in this wilderness, my friends are there to take my hand, to lead me. My friends run to my side when I jump in fear of a shadow. These beings, these beautiful beings that are unassuming and love without limitation, they are the reason that there is good in the world. When something bad happens to someone, it soothes me to know that there are pure and beautiful people out there like my friends to help the situation. If one bad thing ever happened to me, there would be five of them working against the evil. So when I can't breath from fear, these faerie are there, waiting to sprinkle their magic and whisk me away to a magical wonderland. And when they leave me back on this seemingly-dark world, they make sure to leave me with the knowledge that they will always be there. I can only hope I will be one of these beautiful people one day, and can only hope that more of them exist all over the world. 

Thank you guys for always being there, to bring over ice cream and play board games and just love without even needing to know why I need it. I have so much admiration for your giant hearts. I love you. 

Friday, December 6, 2013


Jumping on a trampoline    
It seems repetitive, but there's something about jumping that is intriguing. Each jump is unique. Maybe it's in the landing,
                                                                           changing the bend of your knees
                                                                                    differently each time.
                                                                                                    weightless in the blue sky.
Or maybe it's in the moment you are completely of the ground,                                            Maybe it's in the altitude, maybe it's in the actual action of jumping. Or maybe it's in the feeling. The feeling of pointing your toes into the fabric, pushing against the weight of yourself, lifting your arms, and then just falling to the will of gravity. It is the sui generis of the trampoline's nature.
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