September 2011
Life is like a diamond. Depending on how you look at it, it’s a hundred things all at once. I spent all evening looking at old photo albums, and it’s amazing to think that who I am today is just as much who I am as I was when I was six, if that makes sense. I wish I could see all the years of my life all at once and have a perspective that took into account how lucky I am to have had it all so far. But then again, seeking out all these memories is a treasure all of its own. I can’t take it all in!
Come Love, See My Hands
And I don’t know why I write this
And scratch it on the back of your books
Yeah I don’t know why I sketch you
And waste it on the edge of your looks
I don’t know why I plant these
And fashion them from slices of earth
I guess I’m slave to the spirit
Of needing to create and give birth
“There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.”
—Sweethearts, Sara Zarr
