For when you have the story in mind, your entire life planned out, this is who you will be, this is who will be a a part of it. Then another ordinary Friday night rolls around, and there is a knock at the door. This is a wake up call, he tells you you haven’t been living. What are you afraid of? You know he is right, so you tell him the things, about how living out loud takes more than staying in. That you are scared. And jealous. He understands, and the story goes on.

You are spinning with him, in a swamp at sunset, first rays of spring pour in. You are being held, a puppy runs up to you, your feet are soaking wet, and you are okay. Still the same person you have always been, just a different city, calling different things from you.

And summer will be rolling around soon enough too, as the seasons tend to do. And this time, you will be adorned in flowers in a small town near Amsterdam, drenched in art, proud of the path you have beaten for yourself. Obliterated. Destructed, constructing a sweeter reality.

Revelations Post-Valentine’s Day

1. I fucked someone I shouldn’t have and it changed everything.
2. I was doing it wrong all along.
3. The story is the same every time; I should have waited.
4. You are not the man I thought you were. Isn’t that something? March is coming, I was bracing myself for the wave of missing you but tonight I realised whoever you had become would never be worthy of the woman I am now.
5. Katherine is right.
6. Saturday night felt like breathing for the first time in forever.
7. Matt told me that loving his girlfriend felt so ordinary. The world wasn’t shifting under his feet. It sounded so right.
8. Alex cried in front me on Sunday. I have never felt so important. What was I waiting for? Rainbows? public declarations of friendship? Matt told me if I stopped chasing the things I wanted they would fall into my lap. How could he have been so right?
9. I spent Valentine’s day wrapped up in someone’s arms. Boitumelo. I was singing your name all day. Humming it as I fell asleep, singing it to my roommate as she brushed her teeth. I could taste it in my coffee and in the sunrise.

10. The poem goes “There is wonder here
And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.”

THAT changes everything.

Amsterdam (This weekend things)

I am dancing to mavado in a really leftist club downtown with this long haired boy with a waist that leaves me stunned, behind me (grabbing my hips) is K. the attractive androgynous “them” whose attention I had been trying to get all night. The light hits me and it feels like everyone is watching, I want to yell “Can you see this?! This is the life I have been dreaming about!”

In that moment I am so sad, it hit me hard how beautiful and rare this was and how it would be a struggle to ever find a place and a feeling like this. I don’t know if there is life after Amsterdam. I made more friends that night that I had done this year so far, I felt so at ease, speaking my truths and listening to others as they spoke theirs. They played Rita Indiana y los misterios and EVERYONE danced, I wasn’t the only one screaming that it was my song. Beautiful, strong women were everywhere, I found a friend of a friend of a friend from long ago who overheard me saying I wanted a blunt and arranged for someone to give me theirs. If that’s not kindness I do not know what is.
I got a girl’s number, she is 27, living with her partner and open to everything life has to offer. I danced till my feet hurt and I knew that the world was bigger than I had ever imagined, and it was beautiful.

On Thursday night, I got so high and had such a horrible trip, I could see time, and emotions and I couldn’t remember my own name for 6 hours, it is the scariest thing I have ever been through. I remember the sky flashing from night to day each time i closed my eyes and barely remembering who on earth my friends were. It felt like the truth. I couldn’t see the things I usually focus on, all that was there was the plain facts.

The guy I was hooking up with and I got into a public fight in Burger King (classy, I know) but he insisted on labeling someone as female when they didn’t identify in that way, I tried to explain why it was important but he wanted to talk about how inconvenient it was for him.

It wasn’t about that.

I think we were fighting over the fact that we spent a little too long staring at each other before we fell asleep the night before, and how I reacted upon meeting his girlfriend and how I wouldn’t dance with him in the Latino club. I apologised and we hugged, but 5 hours later, on a street on the way back we were tearing each others’ heads off again. I told him that as soon as that bus stopped at our campus I wanted nothing to do with him ever again, he looked like his heart was broken. Those brown eyes though. They say more than his mouth does. I think that’s the end of that.

Up next, Prague for Spring break. :)

Because I am drawn to permanently sunny places

Tonight, you walk up to me and run your fingers through my braids, you say, in perfect English, that the lines are like streets and sidewalks, and the braids are the sky scrapers. “Okay,” I think, “you have my attention”. I turn to JK, “is he drunk?” she shakes her head in that dismissive way, “nah, he is always like that…”.

We spend the whole night in that corner booth talking. About Iran, about Zimbabwe, getting high, the sun, your mother, (she comes up a lot tonight, why do I feel so honoured?) I keep catching you staring at me. I stare back, I am drunk. I am brave. This is going to sound so silly but you are the first person to make me laugh this much, this freely, since winter started, I want to lean into whatever is warming up your soul. And you are so fearless. Your English is shit, but you are talking anyway, you stop and turn to ask my roommate when the words are hard to come by and we carry on because there things to be said tonight.

Then, midway through a German conversation with JK you say, in English, for me to hear, “My apartment is 2 minutes away, you guys should come.” At this point I am thinking “I would go ANYWHERE with you.” We go. We dance to Die Antwoord, just us two fellow freaks, and gush over how sexy Yolandi Visser is yolandi unknown source(I have never met anyone else who agrees with me on this one!) I am already planning my weekend trip to your place and sleepovers before you offer up your bed for the night. We can’t stay but we make plans for the next week. I am happy.

You are the sunniest place I have been in 6 months.