“You are infinite,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear with one of her wrinkled hands etched with all the memories of her trips, “Stay curious and let yourself enjoy life,” she said, bowing her head to look at me over the top of her glasses, a small smile hovering over her…
Tag: Memories
Like Field Mice
When I think of you, my body feels heavy weighed down by 10 years of memories that never cease to scamper around my brain like field mice on an August afternoon.
Wood Chips & Gravity
Do you remember the map of the world or rather the U.S spread out across the hot top? We’d try to remember which states were where chasing one another around the map — Well, they buried our world with another brick building, cut the hot top into a fourth of what it used to be,…
Promises
I let everything grow out of me I scrubbed away the smell of you scrubbed away the memories of us that lingered on my body, scrubbed away all the promises you made and wrote some promises of my own: I promise to love myself. I promise to protect myself. I promise not to settle.
Why Pears 