rose-tinted fries, a poem

He stepped into my world one day
or maybe I stepped into his
I don’t remember.

but what I do recall is the sweet
greasy, buttery, oily fries of those Five Guys
the burgers dripping into the rose-tinted air.

Like so many others, he was unremarkable
in the most memorable of ways
Just another guy who stood by himself within the crowd. Read the rest …

The Sound

I’ve been obsessed with The 1975’s 2016 single, “The Sound,” over the last few days.

The Sound

The Sound, a song by The 1975 on Spotify

There’s something about the song’s lyrics and underlying beat that’s connecting at a deep and fundamental layer of my existence. Read the rest …

The things we’re not taught

In a society that profits from your self doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.

— Someone, somewhere, but the Internet has mangled it enough that I don’t know who or where to source it

I get contemplative every time I see people around me go through major life events: picking college, graduating, quitting their jobs or getting engaged. Read the rest …