I don’t really know how to explain. I lose myself on a piece of paper very often. sometimes I don’t even know the words I’m writing and I look back on what I wrote and think “wow, did this just come out of me?”
the best way to put it, I suppose, would be to tell you to let things inspire you—a lot of things inspire me. my job, my peers, the weather, etc.
take that inspiration and try to create something with words. don’t worry about capitalization or correct punctuation. just write words and rewrite them.
most importantly, just lose yourself for some time.
I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
Is anything wrong?
I miss you.
The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?
Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.
The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love, Ronald Koertge (via splitterherzen)
when ur feelin like shit all day and all u need is some assurance
today I opened the café I work at, all alone. no help and no one to talk to. I had a lot on my mind and my thoughts were as shaky as my hands. I worked completely alone for two hours, dealing with saturday morning café rush and every time I explained I was alone, my customers smiled and understood. they made conversation with me as I pulled espresso shots and steamed milk. it was stressful and it was exhausting and it was a lot to handle.
but my mind didn’t think of you once. not one time. and that’s all I could ask for.