3.26.2015

The Lovers

Sometimes, when my roommate and I go out to buy groceries, I see these two lovers.
A man on his bike and a woman on the handle bars.
They are beautiful and magnificent and all I want to do is photograph them. I want to somehow capture all of their joy and innocence in one picture but it’s always so fleeting.

So I wrote about them instead.

" Every time we cross the road, there the lovers are. Smiles, flowers, and hair ablaze. A 60’s match replaying like a distant memory, alive and real. I yearn to scream and hear a song from blissful lips. On they go, radiant and gold, to capture the day in their fragile hands and set free a light never imagined. The lovers laugh as they marvel each other, as if there was no road, no sign, no earth. A Love so powerful it drowned out everything else. If I were alone, I’d thought to have imagined it.
They are transcendent beyond our own. I love them. I never want them to fade. I want him to place another flower in her hair and ride in infinite circles. Forever in the mystical microcosm on the side of the road. " -FrailRouge

3.17.2015

Ma vie vide.

Si c’est la vie, 
je suis un fantasme.
Une illusion.
Pas de couleur.
Pas de l'amour.

-FrailRouge

3.16.2015

cada día

Las victorias más grandes de esta vida son los momentos que comparto contigo cada día. 
- FrailRouge

3.11.2015

That Never Was

Like ink, opaque.
The sheets which cover, lie headfirst onto crisp white.
 I write and write.
With, without, and wondering. 
You, You, You.
The only part of life that never was. 
   
             -FrailRouge

3.04.2015

Brush Strokes

Sometimes I feel the brush strokes which paint me turn black and white. 

                                                   -FrailRouge

2.25.2015

I'm interning at a preschool...


Lizzie: [yawns]
Me: Are you sleepy?
Lizzie: [Stares at me very seriously] i ONLY yawn when i'm sleepy.

Simone: Why did the cow cross the road?
Class: Why?
Simone: Because he wanted to dead.
Class: [breaks into false laughter]

Kiana: The biggest thing in the world IS the world
Teacher: That's like saying the biggest part of your body IS your body

Pebble

Like a pebble caught inside a wave.
Away from what it once knew,
Open and blue,
to drown.

                   -FrailRouge