august.

still in pursuit.

closer to my dreams? hopefully.

vivenorie.

placid.

i've been playing this continuously.

good stuff.

french toast.

i kiss with my eyes open.

i've tried closing them but it feels stiff and cumbersome.

i fake the shell.

i have quite the substance inside.

no one has fancied my validity.

in return, i have questioned every one's conviction- intentions.

over-analysis perhaps.

not sure if it has benefited or exacerbated my situation.

i can not stand an ambiguous person.

i need it straight and to the point.

but for some reason he makes me fear saying the truth.

fearful of what he will think of me.

80/20.

i may sometimes act like one.

think like one.

lack feelings like one.

sheesh, sometimes eat like one.

but damn it i'm still NOT one.

i AM a woman.

he is so aloof. i am too recondite for simplistic ways.

but i can't force french toast down an anorexic.

so i will save the delicacy for someone who enjoys powdered sugar and syrup on egg-battered bread.

i made that up as i was typing it. ehhh it works for now...

vivenorie.

july.

1. spiderman shoes in my size. yup they light up!

2. san clemente, california.

3. perfect view with my son.

4. market night after saying hello to oliver and goodbye to ghop.

5. free slurpee.

6. newport beach, california. son on his skateboard, he's a big deal.

independence day, my 25th year on this earth, a death, a birth, and an epiphany. july came and went ridiculously fast but was filled with laughs and tears alike. im still standing after it all...a good sign.

dear august,

go hard or go home.

regards,

natalie.

vivenorie.