with eyes to see and ears to hear

I can say that time is finally moving. I can feel it, I can see it. I'm moving forward and it feels so goddamn good. Because I'm in this place in my life, I don't feel the need to complain as much. And instead of writing in a journal where only my eyes can see, I started writing in one dedicated to someone in particular. So I know for a fact that my thoughts are being read by a pair of eyes who actually care about my . Besides, no one reads this thing anyway.

Realistic fiction

The past weekend has been a preview to the future and dream that has been reached. I became used to the warmth underneath the sheets, the close contact of skin, and taking a glimpse of the sunrise from my bedroom window next to the newly dubbed significant other. It was a beautiful weekend to say the least. Now it's back to reality which means breaking the streak of seeing each other every single day for who knows how long. Back to school, back to irregular shifts, back to test taking and grabbing on to every ounce of faith I can muster up before I leave everything behind. Speaking of which, I almost lost faith in the future because I'm not quite sure of where I'm needed the most right now. I'll be fine, it'll come to me sooner or later. Doses of reassurance are what I need right now, even if it means reassuring myself. This dream of finally leaving seems so distant, yet I can taste it. It's here, it's tangible. It's not fiction.

its been done, we are one!

These past few days which have added up to more than a week have been nothing short of a dream. Everything is weighted, has meaning. It's a beautiful thing.

finally

Living and being the person I'm meant to be. Accepting the way things are for what they are and the history behind it because there's not much else you can do about it except for flowing. Letting my walls down. Meeting new people. And to think, this is where I was supposed to be all along.

bon(d)fire

Last night was the first bonfire I went to in ages. It was a last minute thing, conveniently down the street from me at Ronnie's. I'm proud of myself for not being the usual quiet turd I am when I'm around that particular group of people. Weenies I didn't eat, constellations, s'mores, strawberry hookah with an added smoky flavor, pointless laughs and high fives and a nice vibe. And to think, I will leaving all of this behind soon.

gluttony

1. coastal club from java surf cafe
2. the sandbridge panini from the back bay gourmet
3. french mothafuckin macaroons from the back back gourmet
4. marinated chicken foccatia with pesto sauce from the daily grind cafe

theres more but i'm ashamed