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No image for this one, use your minds eye with me
Yesterday I was walking down myrtle ave underneath the train with my cousin and aunt, we were on our way to a private event at the library (im looking great thank you for asking, wearing this silky floor length dress my aunt had just given to me with my only pair of heels i got for an insane discount on the real real that are definitely not extremely uncomfortable)
We pass this couple embracing each other on the sidewalk, the sunlight has crept underneath the tracks and is illuminating the scene like a golden sheet laid over them. Nothing distracts the pair as they lock lips. I doubt they even register my gawking and if they did it certainly didn't matter to them. And almost as if the scene had been written, cast, and set-decorated: on the woman's shoulder hung a violently red bag that read "lovestruck."
When we arrived at the subway station steps about two blocks later I looked back and saw them far in the distant still in each others hands. My aunt and cousin said that was excessive, but to me I couldn't think of anything more wonderful.
2d ago
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Yesterday, I was out for a walk with my partner and feeling very grim. Joanne texted me âEnjoy some autumn leaves and sun this weekend.â The leaves were so dry they were on fire. The air was filled with smoke. The sun was not so optimistic. Two men walked past quietly and quickly.
The smoke in the air made the day feel like a photo from the history books and I took a photo to capture the rhyme but when I look at it now, I notice that those two men walked past and one reached to hold the otherâs hand. Iâm recommending, at least for the moment, looking for evidence of love and intimacy instead of proof of our doom-ward direction
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this heart in the concrete has been on my mind since stumbling across it. i am constantly wondering the story behind it. were they alone and took advantage of the drying cement to cement their love for passing onlookers to see? were they dared to draw something by a friend and their intentions were too pure to trace anything but a heart? but why a heart? the endless possibilities of a blank canvas for the public eye and yet they chose a heart? maybe out of fear that it would be erased if anything else were to be etched in stone? maybe they feared a name of a lover wouldnât last as long as just a heart? but itâs just a heart. no initials. no âOscar wuz here :).â no time stamp or anniversary. just a heart.
I struggle to find a reason of intention and yet this heart just stares back at me. but maybe this is love. reminding me on my walk that love exists. it comes and goes. it will show up unintentionally and unconditionally. there doesnât have to be logic or reason behind it. there doesnât have to be some long, drawn out story explaining how love works and comes to be. it can be just a heart. hardened in the concrete by an unknown artist who knows more about love than I ever could.
Apr 5, 2024
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We squeezed our way out through a sliding glass door onto the tiny balcony, standing facing each other, then lowering ourselves to sit on the concrete floor. He handed me the glass stem and I gently bit down, holding it between my teeth; he packed steel wool and a rock into the end and cupped it with his hands like he would a cigarette, protecting it from the wind to light itâso close to my face now. I sucked in air as he chivalrously held the flickering flame of his lighter to the tip.
âYouâre a doll,â he said in his smooth deep voice, then seemingly winced at himself, his typical bravado cracking in an instant. I looked at him for a beat, smiled knowingly, rolled my eyes, and cast them down and to the side. We sat there in the cool air of a rare desert rain under gloomy skies, mostly in silenceâwatching the pedestrians on the sidewalk below, passing the hot pipe back and forth between our hands and lips and trying not to burn our fingers.
It was the closest we ever came to touching.
Feb 20, 2025
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