this is my today.

i realized if i dont make this change now-then i never will
she said those thrills arent the same.
yes, yes they are.
my stuffed animal told me so.

my day.

my days are filled with the same things, simply in different orders. today i had whole wheat waffles for breakfast and soy veggie sausage for breakfast. i listened to paul simon while i watered and worked in my garden. i fed my cat her lunch and had a bowl of organic greek yogurt with hemp granola and strawberries for myself. just before this i sipped my green tea while i did some yoga stretches to release a better blood flow. now ill go for a bike ride around a few blocks while i let the costa mesa breeze blow around my hair and say thanks for it all. sincerely, jenavieve

dirty girl

hardly

you roll out of bed
down on your knees
and for a moment
you can hardly breathe.
you hold one glass
and never take a sip
and for a moment
you can hardly breathe

at night.

its not a silly little moment,
its not the storm before the calm,
this is the love weve been working on.
nobodys gonna come to save you.
we pulled to many false alarms.
were goin down.
and i know you can see it too.

nevermind.

all the street lights say nevermind.
all the road signs say
we
see
this
all
the
time.

steer clear

im gonna steer clear cause id die if i saw you, im gonna steer clear cause ill die if i dont see you.

dead.

i cant believe its dead. i guess it got fed up with not getting fed. i thought it was sleeping, but i guess its dead.
he said home is wherever we are if theres love between us two.

detriot

she said, "id be leaving this town for good, id be looking for better... but i got this old habit i keep glueing back together."

drown

i tried to drown the sorrow but i guess they learned how to swim.

its not in our hands.

i listened to that song on repeat probably 7 times just now. each time i felt the way i did when i listened to it with you. parked outside my house, in your car at 2am. listening to you, drunk, telling me how much i mean to you and how you will never let me go. things fall apart so other things can fall together and every one little thing happens for a bigger something else. its all relative and all takes us to the corner of destiny and fate. its not our hands.

no headphones.

today i sat in a coffee shop called alta and read my book while i drank my chai lattee with skim milk. in the midst of chapter 6 i stopped for a moment to appreciate how happy i was. how happy i am, how good life is and how a long time ago i made a personal choice to embrace every moment. i can feel my soul smiling.

mirror mirror on the wall.

broken glass and tattered middle class.

the everything bad catcher.

this morning i layed in bed for almost 40 minutes before i got up. i layed and looked at the dream catcher hanging from the far window. i wondered what it had caught last night and wished it could protect me during the day from broken hearts and lies.

i decided.

i decided i could never be mad. because you did in that moment exactly what would make you happy. the purpose of life is to do what makes you happy, you simply chose to do the right thing.
i decided negative energy is a waste of time.
i decided making decisions based on what happend is dumb.
i decided to not live by thinking im going to get hurt.
i decided to do what makes me happy in every moment.

happy go lucky

if you dont smile, youre not living.

bar corners.

the bass bumped the whiskey through our bloods last night.

this picture writes the words better than i ever could.

"I still have your sweatshirt," he said.
"I was wondering what happened to that, do you have anything else cool of mine?" she asked
"You're heart," he replied.
He laughed softly and looked over his shoulder at her as he took a right onto the boulevard. They sat in silence for a mere 30 seconds until he reached over the center council to grab her hand. her chin touched her shoulder as she glanced to the left towards him and smiled the smile he knew.

him.

aqua.

the walls in the city colored her world and the music kept her around. every bar they knew her drink, and every corner they knew her name. a city that was shaped by a girl.

golden.

last night..

my bed still smells like you, i still miss you.

stoop kid.

i remember endless nights sitting on that front porch with a dizzy head and a parliment light. summer nights and minneapolis street lights.