Crashing

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.



Sometimes the ride isn't smooth.
It's bumpy and you can't catch your breath.
You just put your hands out and let go.
Happily.

Smiling in the dark

Renew

This month.
Amazing.
Being with someone I love.
Being with my family.
March Madness.
Laughing.
Weddings.
Long talks with my best.
Just being surrounded by good.
Effortless.
And ahhh the sun.

can't fight the rain

The past week has been difficult.
Being new in school. I don't sit at the right table or with the right people.
Nothing is familiar except the narcotic seekers.
I can't say the doctors names and I spend half my time looking for them.
I miss my people.
I miss the people around that care.
New is hard.