#friendship
Across The Salt Water
There are some days that she calls,
purely for the sake of hearing my voice:
my rich tones that feed the soul, like tea
dripping gently down the gullet after
a warm swallow.
We sit,
stare, talk as if we really were sitting there,
side by side,
even though we are side by side
in some roundabout way. No such luck for
speaking thoughts straight
from mouths to ears to minds without Facebook eavesdropping,
but thank God for it.
I will cut Mark Zuckerberg a portion
of our laughter - profits - if needs must,
for we share plenty.
Thank God for her, sweet shepherd of souls,
beacon of light and calm in those raging storms.
And still home to so much joy, I call her
“safe”, call her “sister” as I did choose,
or as Fate did. We were meant.
Divine intervention or just the stars aligning getting their shit together -
it was meant.
Hers is a voice that echoes in my head,
when my ship is plunging through the sea,
when I am so full to the brim with salt water
it overflows.
She calls me home.
Even from so far away, she makes me know
that I will make it there.
Together In Sisterhood
rollo may, the cry for myth
Forgive me. I say that in advance because I know once you’ve encountered me and my essence…you won’t be able to fathom how I caused your mind to think, your heart to beat, your soul to feel depth, your inner child to create and dream, or your spirit to be vulnerable and speak..
I took a trip down memory lane and stopped by a former love’s spot in my heart. I reminisced about the days of old while droping off a box of sorted emotions. And as I left, I closed the door without slamming it. Instead, I smiled while shaking off the dust of the past, healing.
we thought we were soulmates and now we dont talk anymore
I really don’t mean to cut everyone off, believe me
it happens
it’s not in my control
I can’t even control my own life
how could I control my friends
And by now you can only look at me with pity - not with love or friendship but just pity, like I’m something half-dead lying on the roadside and the kindest thing would be to put me out of my misery.
—Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You.
I told him I was easily seduced by people who laughed at my jokes and he said he was easily seduced by people who were smarter than he was.
Sally Rooney, Conversations With Friends.
Art found on side of building,
Photo, edits, & words by me
So one genius slept through her alarms this morning and missed her run and was like a bear with a headache for the morning because of it.
I managed to salvage it this afternoon by tagging on to a friends 10km so got some bonus miles! For once I left the phone behind, enjoyed the conversation and learned that yes I do need a headtorch for late afternoon runs (spot the morning runner!).