Untitled- but of course it's about you.

You are timeless.

I can hear the seconds ticking away, one after the other on my wrist,

my trusty Timex keeping me 

as it always has.

But you are timeless. 

The seconds my trusty Timex have been entrusted with 

slip and melt and bend together,

the ticking narrating otherness.

But you, 

you are timeless

and my heart races as it beats so slow

humming alongside my thoughts as they breeze by,

reaching through to the corners of the universe

but never stopping longer than to kiss me on the cheek.

Then they're off, 

taking the ticking ticks with them,

strolling hand in hand beyond my reach.

You are timeless.

12/16/2014- 3:06 AM

100

In the last seven days, my life has gone from zero to sixty, zero to one hundred, zero to six thousand. I've had extraordinarily little time to process it all, but for the first time in my young twenty-one years, I'm perfectly fine with that. More often than not, I'm consumed with thoughts to the n-th degree about literally everything- family, friends, academics, work. For some reason this week has been entirely different. My brain is giving me a free pass, some sort of karmic break. I'm not sure why, but every conversation, action, laugh, cry has all been directed by instinct rather than mental or emotional processing. Its unprecedented. And crazy. And awesome. And I just had to make a note of it here, cause after one of the most unbelievable weeks of this semester, and this year, I'm happy. Terrified and uncertain and everything else under the sun. But I'm happy. Twenty-two in two days, and I couldn't be feeling more human.

I woke up with your name on my lips.

Happy Decemberish!
Instead of freaking out about the next two weeks, by the end of which I will be 22 (?!), I'm taking a big Pranayama breath, writing everything down, lighting some incense, sipping some Riesling, and going to bed.

It's nearly 1 AM and rather than subject myself to the same nostalgic rabbit hole as last night, I'm putting my hands up and giving into December. Today marks the beginning of a three week countdown to freedom, Ashtanga yoga, job applications, food blogging, recipe-rewriting, and peace. It doesn't matter if I don't wake up with your name on my lips anymore, I haven't for a long time, and even though I still kind of want to, today I woke up with my own name on my lips. And this Riesling's. Let's do this.