You.

I want to know how to please you.  How to constantly breathe fresh air into your being, so that I may be selfish and consume you.  Move you.  In ways that make us dance forever, US being in tune.  I just want to groove with you. You are sunshine, no grey skies.  I’m trying to … More You.

Comfort.

I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. … More Comfort.

Summer, 2015.

   Ever heard your stomach growl underwater?  It’s just that much more intense.  It’s like, you can actually feel your intestines move inside.  And it’s kinda cool. I reached for the blue noodle and wrapped it behind my head and shoulders and let my fingertips just graze the water.  I laid my head back and … More Summer, 2015.

Nick & My Vavo.

Seventeen years ago today, around this time, I was having contractions. My grandmother had been diagnosed with cancer a couple of months back and my mom was busy taking care of my sick uncle who wasn’t able to care for himself.  I was staying at my parents’ house to help out my stay-at-home-mom. I was … More Nick & My Vavo.