the secret delight in creating something whose significance is known only to you: an inside joke with yourself

consciousness hanging in the sky, interactions curiously gentle. is this what they mean by life imitating art

Filled with the ghosts of memories. Of chances not taken. Drowning in the ones that I did.

tomorrow is the last Monday (and softball practice) of the school year! yee freaking haw

one of the fullest and longest day s EVER. i woke up early and snuggled with him. we (I) drank coffee and had a bible study but he fell asleep on my lap. uneasiness about the summer. my unpreparedness. we said our goodbyes at hi top, i encouraged him as much as i could