03.17.2010

A letter I wrote while having a cup of coffee after the Well, waiting to talk to a friend.

Dear Grandmother,

I have a collection of seashells in my purse. It's a straw purse, you would love it. Oh yeah... Happy Saint Patrick's Day.

The place I live is filled with green growing things. I have a rose bush that you would be proud of.

I'm going to be an aunt, just found out yesterday. That news made my heart dance. Oh... it's Cassi.

I got asked out by a boy today. I politely said I had other plans. I feel like you would be proud of me for that. I, like you, are a little too feisty for most boys. :) I love being like you. I miss you.

-Shany

02.14.2010

If I could have had anything today it would have been to have my feet rubbed.

Be

The words below came home with me last night after the Well, scribbled on my piece of blue paper.

Just be. Only this. And need no more.

Music (sounds) can fill a room, no matter the size, with the purest passion. It takes up no space, yet it can fill every inch of your being.

I like the noise the piano made tonight. And his voice, at the very first moment he opens it into the mic.

"I still have dirt from another place on the hem of my pants" - Brad Parker

Post Secret & All American Rejects

Thieving by Lovedrug

12.09.2009

Half asleep honesty.

"... But, if you start a family without me i'm gonna be pissed."

Snow

When I think about snow.

I think about you being there with me. And I watch the flakes dance in front of your face.

I don't even like the cold. But this snow kept me warm for a little bit.

I woke up to this on 12.05.2009. It's rare to have snow this early in December.