jamaican me happy
the bottle read
followed by my invisible nod and glance in your direction
happy,
a new dress
an empty notebook waiting to be filled with occasional brilliance
deep stares, revealing desire
i feel sexiest in an old shirt that once belonged to my mother
enormous, unflattering, but slightly sheer enough
so you can see my leopard print bra
a radiant sunset
my limbs twisted with yours
the day waiting to be spent
i linger in these moments, content
i want nothing more of the world than a cup of tea, a warm blanket, a sleeping lover
playing our favorite game
domestication
as a kid i called it house
i could have never imagined i'd be here
with you
with this life
trying to sew and bake things and make things tidy
being content at 22 to retire and settle down
make plans with someone
depend on someone
but it all makes me feel
the changing seasons
temperatures rising and falling as often as my mood
but when on the rise,
i see the world clearly
peek at my jewelry
take a pill every now and then
sleep through the night
and wake up to find i'm not alone
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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this is adorable, and just beautiful all over and I hope you stay at a nice medium-happy plateau, or at least don't stay at the bottom for long stretches.
floating is alright! there is nothing wrong with floating! i mean, i'm a bit biased because i'm floating too, but still! to my reasoning, i'd rather float until i find out what i want to do than run around trying to be 'average' or 'successful' while only succeeding in making myself overwhelmed and unhappy, with a bonus college debt. eh! but i hope you continue to figure things out step by step, people are silly for assuming that we need to figure it out all at once. good luck finding that simple life!
=).
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