making unfamiliar streets, my streets
a borrowed book
a porch swing with the early morning sun
falling asleep next to your best friend
walking a couple blocks to work
sitting on counter tops, till the crickets are asleep,
conversing about it all
whole albums, not singles
being honest in my faults
attempts at being a minimalist
saying, I love you, and hearing it back
pimps that get second chances
new friends
not posting ish like the rest of the Christians,
cause I believe what Jesus said, not those others
understanding myself well enough to throw my hands up,
and being able to call myself out
saying I'm sorry, and meaning it
paying rent
success stories you never saw coming
learning what the word lonely means
being intentional, and failing at it
facing your fears and still turning around to run after you took a step forward
news headlines
groceries
a sweet maintenance man
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday
the beauty
the opportunity
this life
me
hidden in the margins
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