imagine the tip of an iceberg.
that tip of an iceberg would be a speck
of a microcell
of a piece of dust
on a piece of fuzz
on a needle
in a neverending haystack
that I just spent eleven days learning.





un
fathomable.
I find myself lost.
what a lovely paradox to be.

my heart is everywhere. splattered on every window.
adventure. I found it.
its mine.
that flighty temptress.

I have been in italy for six days and a few hours.
it smells sweeter here.
and the people are more beautiful.
and the language is unfathomable.
I love how the boys say my name. as it was meant. not akward... too many silibles... no.

eleesabetta

there is just...
nothing.
that isn't beautiful in this country.
ill never go back.
ill stowaway here.
took a photo of a man on a bicycle.
this place has stolen my heart.

I leave for Europe in 2.5 days.
thats approximatly 60 hours.
my heart is beating like morse code.
out of my chest.
this change, its been coming.
its been coming.
its coming.
its here.

I am young.
I am to see the world.
and record it.

someday soon you're gonna come back and whisper in my ear,
there's nothing
there's nothing there.
(i take my shoes off)

I think I know somebody, I don't.
I think I've figured something out, I haven't.
I think I'll be a certain way when I wake up, I won't.

don't blink, everyone's watching.
they'll think you're up to something.
things are changing.
I am changing.
I choose to believe this is good.

(jesusmaryandjoanofarkineedadrink)

I am so completely overwhelmed.
I sort of wish somebody would just,
run me over with a car.







its exhausting living in wonderland while everyone else is in the real world.
pass the sugar please.