Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theMore Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
LifePassion.More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
dear momdear mom,More Like This
I remember that one tuesday after my first year of college
you took me shopping and told me you wanted to get me
a nice white dress.
you said, “my baby, she’s going to graduate college soon,”
and picked a beautiful lace dress off the sale rack, a smile
on your face I hadn’t seen since my sister was born, and then
you told the woman at the cash register, “can you believe it?
my daughter is going to graduate college. and I didn’t even
finish my first year of high school.”
the woman at the register smiled at us both, even though
the shop was crowded and she was probably tired. you
were tired too, because you drove all the way to boston
by yourself after work, just to come pick me up from school.
I remember when I was young, you told me smiles made you tired.
you smiled this day. you always said you hated your smile,
because growing up you didn’t have the best teeth, but I loved to
see your smile, because it reminded me that you, to
cease and desistWhen I was eight, my therapist would sit me down,More Like This
give me a handful of jellybeans and crayons,
and with the red lips chapped and smudged
into her teeth, she would ask me,
"if you were a room, what room would you be?"
when I was eight, I drew nothing: I only stared longer
with a crayon in one hand and a handful of jellybeans
in another, watched as her eyes dragged from my hands
to the paper, the blue disappearing as they constrict
as thin as my mother’s sowing needles
I used to stick in my fingers when I got bored.
if my therapist had asked me now
I would draw pews around me,
a dusty brown vacant enough to remind me
of church outside of sundays, the wood
scratched to boredom, a soft hum of worship
that only sounds like a chorus of dead voices.
if my therapist had asked me now
I would draw the judge a broken organ,
its keys catching its fingers with a soft crunching sound,
sounding like a mouse does when it’s stuck in a trap,
its sound reduced to a torso with an animal for a