June 28, 2016

maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand.
for now I see through new eyes,
hazy eyes, dreamy eyes,
eyes that see possibility, that see opportunity,
eyes that sugar coat life,
eyes that pull hope from every possible caveat,
a privilege only youth can give,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand passion.
my mind will have drive,
understand the drive, crave the drive,
my mind will invent ways upon ways to fulfill its purpose,
this ripe passion will consume my heart, my mind my soul, my being,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand sparks.
this skin will feel electricity,
raw emotion flitting on its surface,
every combination these colors of the mind display themselves as,
I'll understand instant connections,
slow detachment,
and dead ends,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand love.
this heart will swell to compact love to its highest capacity
this heart will give, and give, and give,
and hopefully revive,
hopefully receive that reciprocal love it deserves,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand the longing.
these eyes will know time and waiting,
they'll know watching and wishing,
eyes that will hope beyond hope for the impossible,
eyes that know subconsciously that it can't be,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand loss.
these ears will know voices that no longer come around,
they'll hear favorite words, favorite conversations, favorite laughs,
they'll hear lost words,
words unsaid, words thought, words implied,
words that could've changed the course of events,
words that should've changed history
my history,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand death.
a spectacle to the human eyes,
the absence of the life so long craved,
the abstract concept of a soul free of its housing,
my heart, my eyes, my ears, my skin, my nose,
will witness the finality of the subject,
the faithful shadow waiting and watching for the Time.

nyc day two

June 20, 2016

Today was an even slower paced, drizzly day here in NYC.
 (how I love that, here in NYC)
We canceled all plans, and used the day to wander the city, really. We went down to the Empire State Building,then just ambled around Fifth and Sixth Avenue shopping.
Way too expensive, but aesthetically pleasing store on fifth avenue.
In our wandering we were able to find Grand Central Station, and from a little turn left we were heading down towards the New York Public Library with these gorgeous golden tiles to lead the way.

The New York Library was beautiful to say the least. It felt equal parts museum, equal parts library which made me fall so deeply in love with the building.

Our next and last stop of the day was  Central Park. Although it was a walk, it was worth it to see that much green in the heart of the grey giant that is New York.
My favorite thing about the city would have to be the buildings. Although there are seemingly (and quite probably) thousands of buildings, not one of them is exactly alike. In a concrete maze that would make it all too easy to paint every building the same shade of monotonous, every building manages to be entirely its own.  Each has its own aura, a character, even its own personality to shine light on their own little hunk of New York.

Here's to New Yorkers.


nyc day one

June 03, 2016

Today was the first day we spent in my marveled New York. It wasn't much as we arrived late afternoon, and had no real plans formulated, but we still managed to try to get a little done today.

The first thing that came up that would be the easiest to do would be visiting Times Square which we did  since it was close by. We spent some time shopping and people watching in the flurry that is Times Square until we realized were were one block away from the Richard Rogers Theatre.

The Richard Rogers Theatre!!

For anyone who doesn't know what the Richard Rogers Theatre is currently housing they need to get on that immediately. The Richard Rogers Theatre is currently home to Hamilton the Musical. Needless to say my sister and I were practically shaking from excitement. Hopefully we can see a #Ham4Ham show while we're here? Doubtful, but it would be amazing.

Following the Richard Rogers Theatre we went down to the closest park to close out of day. This happened to be Bryant Park. I loved the vibe of Bryant Park. Unlike parks at home where everyone has come for their own purpose and has practically marked their territory from any strangers, this park was much more fluid. Everyone felt at ease with each other. There was yoga, a bingo game, a scavenger hunt, and people laying about just enjoying the weather all in the same space of the parking lot of some of the parks at home.

I was a little worried going into the trip. 

But I ended up feeling fine. I've never faced a challenge I couldn't get over and everything was great in the city. I'm very excited for the future, hopefully it ends up in New York, permanently or semipermanently.

{p.s} I am absolutely in love with a lot of the decor inside the hotel we're staying at, so here's a few pictures that I took.


favorite tangible things

June 01, 2016

These items mean something to me. I think all good items should have a good meaning lodged behind them. It's like on those home renovation or fashion makeover shows when the host says "You have to get rid of everything that doesn't have sentimental value." All of a sudden the victim of this show is forced to reevaluate their whole life and find themselves through these items. These are a few of the items I would keep.


This is my budding watch collection. You know that thing that happens every year around your birthday, or other holidays where suddenly you can't think of a single thing you could possibly want? That's pretty much what happened here. My dad asked and I had absolutely no idea, but after a little thought watches popped into my head. My dad has a bunch of watches, as they are a thing he likes to wear, so I thought why not try it myself. I have two so far, one for each birthday since the tradition started. The first is my little black skagen watch, the second is this Daniel Wellington watch from this January.


 Journals are an obvious thing that are very dear to my heart. They hold all of my prized possessions, my thoughts, ideas, and hopes, for safe keeping and later reflection. This is one of many journals that I have accumulated and filled over the course of about 5 years. I can't wait to see this small pile grow.

(I removed the book sleeve so that I wouldn't destroy it while reading)

 {Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone}

This item is a relatively new item to me, but its depth goes a lot deeper than that. Harry Potter was something I grew up with and like many children of the era I was completely obsessed with it. I started reading them in the second grade and was hooked ever since. I mean even to a 7 year old the premise is amazing. A completely ordinary boy, or even less extraordinary than that, gets to find out he can do magic and live in a whole other world full of wonders, witches, and wizards, and hone these magical capabilities in a castle beyond belief. All the while he has his very own villain that no matter his malevolent plans, Harry can always arise above. The artwork of this edition brings even more life to the book that encompassed my childhood for so many years. I hope to collect the full illustrated set and keep them for my children to marvel over.

(this is one of my favorite pages in the book as the castle ghosts look almost fluorescent on the page)

(look how much detail!!)
(vignette of the same picture pt.1)
(vignette pt.2)

 These are the roses of the headboard of my bed. These hold significance because they are really my home base. No matter what happens from the time I leap out of bed, till when I return, or wherever I may travel I always have my beautiful petrified rose garden to return to.


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