By everythinglovely on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012
this time last year, I was a beaming little bottle of yellow gold liquid. Everything was at my fingertips. This summer, by comparison, is perilous. Nothing is certain, I’ve learned to distrust everything, and I find myself feeling self aware and haughty.
Beauty, catch me on your tongue. Thunder, clap us open.
I want wide eyed, wishful wanderlust again, tugging at my eyes, my ears, my mind. I want to be in awe.
