13.3.14

Three Leaves





i.
The smell of spring is a hearty one, it's full of things you'd never expect to rest upon your tastes with pleasure. It's that feeling you get when you've hurt yourself, but a scab starts to grow and heal inwardly out, all you've done is washed it clean with a bit of soap and warm water, it stings but it's the good kind. The kind that feels real. Today I didn't want to get out of bed, I put my pillow over my head and wondered if I could just stay right here for a little while longer, if everything would be okay.

ii.
There's a woodpecker outside my window right now, he's in a heavy tree hanging above the garden (the one I thought was going to fall last time we had a storm and it was covered in sheets of frozen rain). He doesn't seem to care too much about everything else, and I wonder what it feels like to use your head as a battering ram and never fix any problems. The wood probably smells good too, a small release of sadness in the air.

iii.
I always forget what the air tastes like after it rains for days and suddenly the sun is shining and the sky couldn't be any more blue. It reminds me of a huge store window that never looks dirty, until you see it right after it's cleaned and you see how much you've been missing. Sometimes I think I'm like that, a little bit messy but you can't really tell, until part of me is washed clean and you see all the mess you've been breathing into your lungs.

xoxo Johanna

3 comments:

  1. The third picture absolutely blew my mind. The green and the sunlight. Ah! Beautiful. Also, "Sometimes I think I'm like that, a little bit messy but you can't really tell, until part of me is washed clean and you see all the mess you've been breathing into your lungs." I loved that.

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    1. That 3rd picture...I had to do a double take. Incredible, incredible.

      p.s. sometimes hiding under your pillow for 5minutes every morning can make all the difference

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  2. i don't know what is up with your photography but i feel like crying whenever i see it because it's so perfect. (that last picture feels like the ones we dig out of boxes at my grandparents house. polaroids featuring people nobody remembers the names of anymore) "i." was my favorite, but the other two are so pretty. Johanna i'm like not even kidding right now your writing is BEAUTIFUL.

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