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Lydia Mar 13
I put my heels in the sand at the bottom of the towel and kicked my feet like a kid
A squeal of joy just loud enough for me to hear burst out and I looked at my toes now covered in soft, white earth
Cant believe I got myself here
My younger self is so proud for making a dream come true when there were so many times I never thought I could do this
The sun warmed my skin and I flopped back on the towel and looked up at the bahama blue sky
In this moment I’m so glad to be alive
I detailed the scene in my mind like a photograph just for me and took one more sip of my endless strawberry margarita
Lydia Mar 2
I’m so happy
I have created a home
That
I want to come back to
Lydia Feb 21
this is that feeling I love
a buzz
like a happy vibration radiating through the skin
my face feels like I’ve been poked for a dentist appointment
my head is swirly and positive and I kind of feel like dancing or complimenting pretty girls on their smiles and their hair
when I close my eyes I feel high
a fulfilling swelling gulps my chest and I’m feeling giddy
oh what a world when suddenly everything feels fine again from a tall alcoholic beverage and a fine February day
it’s not that complicated really
This thing called life
Thirsty Thursday
Lydia Feb 15
I hope everyone finds a lover
that makes you feel so good everyday
that on a Friday evening in February
he can be at work and I can be playing Mario Kart on the couch, drinking an Angry Orchard alone on Valentine’s Day and neither one of us even notices
He came home from work, I was sleeping on the couch, we shared some potato wedges and went to bed. It’s a type of knowing that I just feel so lucky to have with a person.
Lydia Feb 1
I know
So many
Secrets
About so many
People
I could just
Three
Two
One
Blow up their tomorrow’s
By revealing what they did
yesterday
Lydia Feb 1
everyone won’t feel like me
or think like I do
my morality is my strongest suit
it comes with heavy guilt at times
but I think I always do the right thing
in the end
Lydia Jan 21
why do I hang onto the end of every sentence like it’s a secret code waiting for me to answer
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