unabridged
notes: volume I
braided hair. cocoa stained lips. blackberry & cherry slushies. emerald stones and grass stained pants. pre-monsoon clouds. the green valley. an agonizing long wait for the sight of grey skies on a tuesday and arctic drizzles on a summer night. the cool breeze coming through the downdraft of capricious rain. the warmth of a dimly lit room while the smell of brewing coffee slowly fills it. a sense of calm and hope set free in the wild, unsheltered and open to the wind. shafts of sunlight through tall misty red pine trees. fog and redwoods. immemorial libraries and book shops and canal boats and vanilla extract.
life of pi, the movie that i was once so scared of, does nothing for me anymore. it's just a movie, and i'm just a human. the one that smiles and screams. pink clouds and lilac skies. fresh cut mangoes. midnight laughter until i cry my heart out. slow traffic on a rainy day. nobody to race with. nobody but me and the moon, talking like old friends. the untouched book on a bedside table laying under the warmth of the lamp. i was alive that tuesday, the one where my mom hugged me and let me breathe in the close vicinity of her presence. so warm and tender. i was alive for these moments. i would be alive for more.
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