familiar intersections

hello world.

i fell asleep with my face in a book around 2:30 this morning. slipped out of my work clothes and wrapped myself into bed around 4:30 and held coffee in hand by 9. the letters: seven.eighteen.five on the brain.

retail therapy kicked off yesterday evening, so in true girl fashion- i..... was.... smiling. this being the total antithesis of how the day began- broken glass everywhere.

i woke up this saturday, accepting my defeat to retail therapy. i fed my attraction to boots, and i don't want to feel bad about it. my feet, seem to be taking me everywhere (physically and symbolically) so why not have some cute shoes on? ::wink::

the theme these past few months- attraction. what am i being drawn to? what is the universe teasing me with and what is my response? lately, it has been the practice of love. that kind of love that is an extension of everything that matters to me. the core things. the parts that are included in my biographies. photo journals. the parts that people see when i'm walking down the street. the love that nestles in the pieces of me, no one ever sees.

hidden in glass windows. statues. photographs.
the unseen love, silent power sitting
between the small spaces
that separate the tiniest moment
that nudge
the changing seasons,
love.

it is the love that happens in the classroom. it is locked eyes. peeking souls between partly spaced fingers. sweet everythings between family. friends. lovers. strangers. ex-factors. co-workers. acquaintances. shared spaces, physical and digital.

it is love on the page. on the stage. it is sharing that love for art. activism. and academia. it is the love that just exists, inside all of us. x's and o's. i work that muscle. the most identifiable shape known:
the HEART.
often rooted in pain, but mostly simplicity and profundity exist there. one place.
is it not our personal epistemology that trumps what "experts" say? even best friends?? because guess what.. they .. will.. never.. be.... you.

complexities included
contradictions slightly accepted, at the least acknowledged
direct dialogue
abstractions
emotions flailing
wonder that is childlike
euphoric happiness
unexplained, paranormal

i advance towards you, scars included...
dancing.
swaying hips,
closer.

i'm finally doing something i'm terrible at.
loving myself
first.

so si,
world...
hello. great to meet you. let's keep
love.ing.

The Sounds of VTech / bilal_isthislove_web