A guy was checking me out when my friend and I got coffee together and she made me write my number down for him h e l p.
Anonymous asked: Hello again, my dear. I have decided to make a regular habit of writing to you to remind you that you are beautiful, and so very strong. If today is too heavy, then today is a day when you must recall a time you sank beneath the water but did not drown- instead you swam, strong strokes and mermaid movement. Even if today you only tread water, you are worthwhile.
Thank you. This had me on the edge of tears.
Solitude was found in freezing water and wind’s whispers.
Your here and my here
Are two different places
In different times
final study for The Icebergs Frederic Edwin Church
on the day and night of my funeral, the last
remnants of my passion after the light has been
lost, strangers catching the last trail of white.
watercolour + ink + ps texture
I held my pillow
and thought “oh well”
in regards to my entire life.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.
lurkingbeneaththesurface: home 2012