a funny thing.

 

I've always kept journals: stories mixed in with class notes and half finished monologues, pretty quotes from much loved novels, films to see and plays to write. When I look back on them, though, searching for soultruths and inspiration, trying to remember what those years felt like, I find pages and pages and pages of yearning, of unrequited crushes, of the way ___'s hair stood up perfectly, or ___'s nose ring and celery green eyes, how this must, this must, this must be love. 

It wasn't until I found love that I started looking around

taking up space

 noticing

beginning to see.

 

when you want, it's a wish,

when you know, it's a song.