Location: San Francisco
(neither male or female, or both)
You are like a piece of spice caught between my teeth after dinner;
When my tongue finds you between my teeth,
I’ll still take my last bite of you just to get that strong,
last, burst of your flavor—
Anything I can get, before you start to fully enter my system,
because soon enough,
you’ll be gone forever.
I’m fighting myself to stop.
I am struggling to forget those who have already forgotten me.
Single-handedly rearranged my college apartment.
(With my roommate’s consent of course because I practice good consent)
New year, new semester, new air, new changes, new insights, focused mind, and despite the daily emotional and general challenges, I am in love with life.
I want to meet people who want to go places and do things. I will go with them and I will help get us there.
I want to show people a good time in this prideful city where there are always things to do, always natures and sites to see, and wonders to explore.
Even if you tried too hard that one time or many times, it’s okay because what is life without trying?
8:15 or so. It’s an early morning. I haven’t been up at 6:30 since senior year. Well here I am at my favorite bagel place - Sac Bagel, getting my usual everything bagel with veggie spread. This places is exactly the same. One thing that hasn’t changed since I left. I can’t stop looking at this beautiful bagel. It’s got colors of red, green, and yellow from the different types of peppers. It looks so fun. Like a person you see that is absolutely dazzling and you want to be their friend because in some light, they sparkle like nothing else. Wow one half of the beauty is gone already; but just because I can’t see it anymore doesn’t mean that it’s not there. Mm. Sip of the raspberry tea.
Why is it
That when life challenges us
With turmoil, frustration, disputes, anger, and disagreement,
We are left with feels to
Seek someone else for help
To need support that
The rest of our heart cannot give when rejected by people who are supposed to love you the most.
How long will it take our species to come around and realize that acceptance would be so much easier, it’s so simple, instead of depression, tears, and running away.
I hate this need
I want to be my own home.
So I don’t have to look for someone to help and have to keep looking after they say they’re busy.
I want to be enough for me