I went to a nerdy craft show. Thought I’d dress up and be cute.

Also I’ve been playing with this app that let’s me add fun filters and overlays.

Life as of late has been simple.

I moved into a new  apartment with a good friend. We’re enjoying it. Today we planned the housewarming.

I hurt my knee recently. I was jogging. I stepped wrong somewhere. I have a possible meniscus tear. I’ll need physical therapy that I haven’t signed up for.

My mornings are filled with poetry and  melancholy. It’s fall. That’s what I tell myself.

I am lonely is the reality.

I fear that my youth is fading and soon no one will want me.

I get scared that my body isn’t appealing and so no one will want me.

But I pretend I am not filled with these fears.

Speak to me of beauty.

Tell me of the things that bring you joy.

Tell me of those beautiful creatures that do not try, but simply are.

Whisper the secret of beauty, which I long to know, and give to me the hidden knowledge of the poets.

Let us create beauty and spread it to the ugly lonely places.

Look at me and see beauty. Find in me what I cannot.