Rooms. (An Anis Mojgani Mashup.)

If there is a room inside of me

There was a window in the bedroom.

with your name written in it

Her bed was beneath it. In the afternoon with the lamp off

the language it is written in is a lovely one.

we stretched on the mattress.

One of figs and birds

Sometimes touching each other, sometimes not.

and beaches the color of butter.

Sometimes our fingers just lingered,

The walls blue, and at least one of them 

made from nothing but windows.

the day laying across us and the walls,

Another has shelves of speckled stones.

the color of the walls mixing

with the sun's dead empty light.

The light pours across the floors

It made everything in the room white.

and the trees outside

burn with song.

Soft. Open.

That's what I remember.

tell me about love.

tell me about it.

tell me about the way you speak to your mother

and her mother

tell me about the things you're glad you did

and the things you wish you hadn't.

tell me about your future 

and mine.

tell me about the way you eat a sandwich

and whether or not you think you'll live to see 100.

take me to your favorite place

and tell me about it.

tell me why you cried that thursday night

and why you tried not to.

tell me coke or pepsi.

tell me how you hold the steering wheel

so i can do the same.

because somehow i think we'd be close to holding hands.

teach me how to drive a stick-shift

and laugh at me when i cant.

tell me about your dreams 

and ill tell you mine.

because the wick is burning low

and love is a shout into the void

and ill tell you how my hand feels empty without yours

and my heart feels full when yours opens.

ill tell you why you scare me.

ill ask you why you love me.

and you'll tell me about it.

Bloom Twins - Talk To Me | Sofar London

Because this isn't my style.

But I'm such a fan.

Project #1: The Process

let us begin

scribbles on scribbles

  

frustration

an interrupting proposal <3

hours later

MIC DROP

hello.

i wear the same necklace every day

and if you give me another ill wear that one too

i keep a careful planner and find myself embarrassed by it

im skeptical of generalizations

and i drink more water than anyone i know

my humor is dry

and my eyes almost never are

in a not so sad sort of way

the smells that i love are actually people

and the dried flowers in my room are people too

and people are everything

and everything is people

im terrified of the future

im in love with the future

im terrified of love

im in love with love

im terrified of you.

ink & keystrokes

something about drafts & page 1

i was born on the sixth.

I was born on the sixth.
and I'm often found in my room

I've never been fond of growing up
and I'm afraid that everyone will leave.

I work at Hobby Lobby
and I'm terrible at goodbyes.

I cry too often to be taken seriously

I'm self-conscious of my weight
and really good at comparisons.

I love the smell of rain
and the way the sky seems to be painted just for me;
that kind of constant change that takes your breath away.

I love to drive with my arm out the window
and I sing at the top of lungs
                        but only when I'm alone.

I've never been in love
but have somehow fallen out of it more than once.

I'm often unsure of what to do
and I wish I wouldn't let people hurt me in the way they do.

My lungs rarely fill to capacity
and I run out of breath far too often.



Hi.
My name is paige.

I never learned to whistle.

I love the sound of my grandmother's voice
so I call her just to talk.

If you see me without my water bottle
I'm probably thirsty
           and not in the way teenagers in general are thirsty
but genuinely thirsty.

I hate the sound of ticking clocks
and I hope one day I'll come to terms
with time.

but I don't see that happening
so I roll with the punches
and let them catch up with me late at night.

If my husband dies before me I'll already be dead.

My name is paige.
and I was born on the sixth.