ken, my boss at gms, called my dad (who works at another gms) to ask if he could yell at me for my purple hair.
traveling up route 9 in new jersey, passing the miles of where i’ve lived for 15 years. On a bus, it only takes 7 minutes to pass from howell onward but it took a decade and change to discover a worth without a lego box.
today i sat in the corner of the living room watching diana sip hot cocoa with her friend. Flushed from running around in the snow and giggling through soggy mittens and drenched winter clothes. i sit in shadows in awe of her.