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Jenni Feb 2015
Watching dust motes swirl around in beams of light
The way droplets of rain slide along the windows of my car as I drive
The reflections of streetlights on wet pavement
When flowers grow up through cracks in the sidewalk
Sleeping in late and waking up feeling whole
Rocks in the middle of a stream that are just big enough to sit on
Watching sunsets over the wetlands on my way to class
Delicate coatings of snow over trees
The sound my boots make when I walk
When my cup of tea turns out just right
Candles that burn nice and slow
When my cat rests her head on my hand and looks up at me
The smell in the air when you know Spring is coming
Wearing big sweaters and hiding my hands in the sleeves
Philosophical graffiti artists
The smell of a campfire mingling with the the forest
Walking barefoot through grass
Listening to music with my eyes closed
Watching nature reclaim abandoned buildings
Walking through the woods in October
Being awake when everyone else is sleeping
Long, warm showers
When the birds come back after the winter
Taking naps during road trips
The way that the air feels different at night
To remind myself that I'll be okay even if things don't work out.
Jenni Jan 2015
I wouldn't mind losing sleep over you quite so much
If you were here to share the sleeplessness

There are better uses for these hours
Than lying alone in my bed

I imagine there's room
For both of us

Let's see
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Jenni Jan 2015
The stillness of my room
Is unsettling tonight
With no assurance that time is really passing
What is there to inspire me?

I lie in my bed
And take shallow breaths
If only I could be still enough
Jenni Jan 2015
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I've often heard
That when you hear a ringing in your ears
It means that someone is thinking about you

I'm sorry if the noise is keeping you awake
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Jenni Jan 2015
I live my life
Terrified of change
And haunted by permanence
Jenni Jan 2015
I love watching flowers
Growing up through cracked pavement
And abandoned buildings
Crumbling, but somehow still standing
Held together by vines and moss
Cracked seashells worn smooth by the waves
And well loved jeans with fraying edges
Shards of glass scattered on roadways
Reflecting the sunset
And rusty keys, whose locks have long since ceased to exist

I'm trying so hard to learn to love myself
And the first step is accepting
That even broken things can be beautiful
Jenni Jan 2015
The wind sounds like
It's trying to speak to me tonight
But it can't get the words out
So I don't understand
I can't understand
I think of you and realize
Maybe the wind and I
Aren't so different
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