The Weekender

They had been dating for a little more than a year when their separation began. Outside of their sporadic meet-ups, they would talk on FaceTime almost every night. But their nightly calls soon became dull.

When the girl woke up, she had a feeling. As she brushed her teeth, it grew into an inkling. By the time she pulled out of her driveway for work, she knew. Today would be the very last day.

I’ve never gone camping & I’ve definitely never gone / camping alone / But I can imagine it.

People were living in constant fear of the sky. Meteorite impacts, once predictable, now posed a critical threat to humanity. The first few meteors caused significant damage.

I’m lonely and infatuated. / With you, and only you.

Silk milk: beckoning in the rich velvet of the night, it satisfies the midnight cravings of those who sleep in earthly blankets.

Cities have been destroyed entirely across Turkey and Syria due to the recent earthquakes, and here we are, students at UC Berkeley, holding candles and mourning nearly 7,000 miles and a 14-hour flight away:  on the other side of the world.

You are the magic of the pen, / the confessions of a soul broken and mended alike, / a hand to hold, / company to keep, / a precious bond that cannot be broken, you are- / Real to me.

"I want her to text me. I want her to call me; I just want to know she’s thinking of me."

You have yourself — intact, whole — and you have me — twisted and turned into a second-hand version that vaguely resembles you. A spare, of sorts. The world is dangerous, so it’s good to have spares.