stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

my irises are expanding.

yesterday i went to the sea. there is something quite powerful in the wind and the water and the motion of it all.

i’m very, very wary about nearly everything.

i think everyone feels this way, maybe most of the time.

and it’s not a cross-roads. it’s a few mileposts away, and you know the stopsign is coming up. and you’re going to have to pick a direction. and the closer you get, the more you confuse yourself.

i just want to figure out what i will regret most.

and not do that.

ever my favorite escape plan, selling bananas under a serape has a lead-up. and a let-down. and nothing is just a moment where everything is beautiful and nothing ever hurts.

that’s just not how it is. maybe in literature, but not in life.

xoxo hanna