Day language of the heart

I don’t know Justin Timberlake, but I’ve always felt connected to him.

His expression through music has seemed to parallel to my own voice in romantic relationships.

Watching him grow over the years has been rewarding for me, inspiring, and hopeful.

I’m so genuinely proud for him and his success.

It’s like I’m subconsciously, or now consciously, realizing that like him.. I deserve to be happy.

I believe he lives with integrity, and has chosen to share his life with a woman that best reflects him.  I love that.

He’ll be a great parent, and I see that in me.

Heart-to-heart, Happy Birthday JT!

Sweetheart, this song’s for you..

Day without

Day mirrors

She doesn’t always see me

I’m right here

But she knows me

When I’m inside of her

I’m not going anywhere

{ orange tent }

January 29, 2015

Day if my cats could talk

They’d say..

She’s not coming home mommy.

You don’t have to wait up.

It’s okay.

You can rest your eyes now.

She’s going to be okay.

We’ll lay with you.

{ orange tent }

January 28, 2015

Day silence

Hushed noise.

Simply everything.

Boastful nothingness.

Mind tricks.

The absolute.

Zero movement.

Elusive expectations.

Blank answers.

Sleep dream.

Intention seek.

Alive still.

{ orange tent }

January 27, 2015

Day space

atmospheric tears

rainfall for the spheres

co-pilot struck

suited up

cosmic love, gravity

floating matters

rings and things

the stars are ours

wish upon fate

beauty constellates

{ orange tent }

January 26, 2015

Day news flash

I’m not God.

I say and do things I’m not fond of after the fact.

Wreckage keeps following me.

But it’s because I’ve allowed it to.

I used to get away with murder.

And by murder I mean having no boundaries and pushing whoever I’m romantically involved with to just deal with it.

I have to put an end to this shit if I want to successfully have sustained romance.

Romance deserves respect.

Done.

_______________________________

Be mine, because you are.

Do love, because we’re meant to.

Have forever, because I’m asking.

_______________________________

{ orange tent }

January 25, 2015

Day super babe

She sat upright in my bed, naked, eating chicken wings.

The girl of my dreams.

She’s smooth, like her lingerie as it slides to the floor.

{ orange tent }

January 24, 2015

Day laid up

In bed, sick, not alone.

Thank you God.

{ orange tent }

January 23, 2015

Day hacked

Laying here, I finally get to admire her up close– to see her and at once let myself be seen by her, too.
Finally, I get to hold her and kiss her and watch her sleep.
I have a woman, a fierce and brave and wonderful force that has returned me to the inherent love and goodness that I am and always was.
She is laying on my chest, sleeping presumably.
I am writing this post for you, for the one I waited for [and the only one who could have ever been worth the wait].
I’m here now, and I have you. All of you.
For that I am proud, and so lucky.
I’m signing off now.

-The Other One

January 22, 2015