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There is a river running through me that keeps me quite sure, despite disproving evidence in science and philosophy, that there is a rhyme to all of this, there is a story being told, there is something being orchestrated. 75 more words
1 week, 1 day
In these words may you find a little bit of sweet comfort and full understanding of my support, dear friend:
I believe in the whisper that I have heard, that there is such thing as healing. 111 more words
1 week, 3 days
I am not old, but I have made mistakes in love. Love is a dance of opening or not opening, and I have been foolish, at times, in choices of accessibility and exposure. 57 more words
1 week, 6 days
I wish I would have been, to you, the most interesting and magical girl in the world.
2 weeks, 2 days
Heavy sighs, and for these things: a list of things to do, many things, all so silly and small; the pulling on of my parka, zipped to my chin, usually catching my hair. 139 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
Every once in a while, if I’m not careful, I realize that this heart has collected eight thousand impossibilities, all of the worry of so many things out of my control. 161 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
It’s been years, and cities, other friends and lovers, and we can’t seem to get it right. I wish we loved each other at the same time.
1 month, 2 weeks