Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.
It’s strange how your childhood sort of feels like forever. Then suddenly you’re sixteen and the world becomes an hourglass and you’re watching the sand pile up at the wrong end. And you’re thinking of how when you were just a kid, your heartbeat was like a kick drum at a rock show, and now it’s just a time bomb ticking out. And it’s sad. And you want to forget about dying. But mostly you just want to forget about saying goodbye.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
- Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.
Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
- Tim Seibles, from “Slow Dance” (via oofpoetry
Hermosa Beach, California | William Jump III