there’s a sense of inconstancy that’s sort of surrounded my life since i graduated from high school — always waiting for the next thing. waiting for college…… Read more “my roots have grown but i don’t know where they are.”
Category: The Nomadic Period (2008-2012)
“I’ve got the ocean blue, I’ve got a picture of you with green, green eyes and a cocaine smile.”
once a cynic.
about two years ago, i sat on a beach with a boy, my new friend, and her drunk sister. while my friend sorted out her sister, i…… Read more “once a cynic.”
My South American dream
Yesterday, I sat across from Jeremy while we ordered breakfast from our favorite north-of-Seattle joint. On his white shirt were the words “Cerveceria Kuntsmann: Valdivia, Chile.” I…… Read more “My South American dream”
200.
Two years, seven months. One-hundred-ninety-nine posts. Infinite change. “People don’t change,” I’d told him adamantly. There was an anger, a harshness is my voice that wasn’t typical for…… Read more “200.”
At least we’ll be loved.
Sometimes there are those days where I soak in my own melancholy by losing myself in my fears, and my regrets, and my burdens, and my doubts.…… Read more “At least we’ll be loved.”
Jami Sheets 