Damn good storyteller.
i’m an in-between
for the meantime
in the interim
until I find something better to do
I twirled a loose strand of hair in my fingers as my mind raced with possibilities. It was too early to be awake as I lay in bed, the wash of a distant sun on my skin. My hair follicles stood on end as I thought of you. As if they wanted me to remember…
NOTE: I wrote this only a few days before Dave and I broke up. He came home from a trip to Austin and broke up…
It’s a rainy day in Los Angeles. My best friend Ashley and I had been dodging the torrential rain through ubers, coffee shops, and Silverlake staple restaurants.
We finally catch a break and decide to make the 15 minute walk to our next destination. With the…