Tuesday, November 25, 2014

It's been hard to be fully conscious of the months they move so fast. But I love everything and everyone and this time of year is doing me good.

"Don't break the spell of songs on repeat
faded tangled bedspread
pastels strewn across the sheets
everything easing back into place
and there's a part of me that wished I had a cigarette
but deep, pure breaths are enough."

- breathe in the air / r.h.b. / nov 2014

"The woozy warmth from the space heater and the blue glow from my laptop in the corner wash the day away from my stretched mind. 
And I'm learning to accept the mess. I embrace the piles of pictures, discarded pens, and empty American Spirit packs. 
These messes are faded and worn like my stock of nostalgia. The messes keep me grounded."

- let them warm you / r.h.b. / nov 2014

Thursday, November 13, 2014

"the low lights mingled with the haze of cigarette smoke after the party had cleared out - leather jackets when we ran out to your car, scattered remains of costumes on the floor, make up smearing and smudged as the night perpetuates, bowls of candy half empty, crowded kitchens as it howls outside - all night. and i was sitting on a chair talking about nothing at 3 AM with erika, zac, and a kid i'd never met before, woozy from the late (or early?) hour but it was curiously comfortable."


Saturday, November 8, 2014

"This is the part of the city that feels larger than yourself." - Erika, 5th Ave/Times Square

"I smell bad cigarettes." "Oh...thats us" - after midnight in the hot deserted subway stations

"That Saturday night in Times Square the three of us were burning fast, fast, fast like our bummed cigarettes - lighter ignited into small sacred fire, illuminating your face in a flash, deep inhale and - burn, burn, burn again and again while the city wailed and the world of people pressed around us. But on the corner of the pavement it was just us, surrounded by thousands, glowing from the lights seen high in space, burning, burning, burning - our souls intoxicated by this beautiful wasteland, sparked into life."
-UNSENTIMENTAL SPELLS / r.h.b. / November 2014

Monday, November 3, 2014

I spent last Sunday with the gang and realized I had missed my summer people. They are infectious. 

When Cassie and I took a walk in the neighborhood at dusk, the sky was a watercolor blend of pink and blue and we talked about everything that filled the gap between summer and October. Cassie abruptly exclaimed, "Look at that cotton candy!" I turned around,"What cotton candy?" And she said, as it was a fact of life, "In the sky!"