5000 feet somewhere above honolulu:
"baby, look the clouds, it looks like cotton candy," i say.
he looks out the window, "can you imagine that's all made up of water?"
"why do you always have to take all the romance out of everything?" i ask
-silence-

it had been a long afternoon of us arguing over the wedding budget when the above conversation happened. sometimes most times i just wish we were done with this whole business so we can begin our married lives together. it was a beautiful crisp clean morning today and we were taking photos for our invites. we were both so frustrated because neither one of us knows what we're doing.

what should be a happy and creative time for us just feels like a chore. and i know that it shouldn't be. what the magazines, the books, the blogs don't tell you is how crazy the next several months will be, how much arguments you will get into, and how many times you'll call off the whole party before it all ends with you both collapsing into a bed, any bed.

someone please smack me and wake me up when this is all over.

restless
not good

...........







i want to escape for a spell
emerge in your world
and dream a bit
in a different day
another time
escape into you
i want to take a break
break from my own sorrow
and float away
i want to properly say goodbye
and nicely say hello
i want to walk in another's shoes
and dance for a bit
cry for a bit
laugh a few laughs
and wipe my tears as you tell me stories
because living in my world
just hurts