Claudia Lee

Just be. Take a look around, be present, acknowledge that in the midst of this never ending ecosystem, here you are.

Through the small talk I think we both knew something Our eyes locked and as I left our gaze lingered, like we didn’t want the whisk of the night to tear us apart

They began to talk like friends, like they weren’t just strangers that met through a dating app. They could no longer see each other as just a body after that.

But we should never just ‘get through’ our days—it’s our responsibility to do more than that. To be more than that. Don’t just show up. Thrive.

We go along with it because maybe we’re too scared to venture out and be on our own. We rely so heavily on our friends that we forget who we are and what we truly want.

The beginning is always fun and exciting—the tension, the attraction, the getting to know each other. Time passes. You two have met up a couple times, and somehow it’s the middle now.

“I feel really uninspired with my life,” I said to Ms. Salvatore, straight faced after class.

You’re always second guessing his motives and what his deal is; does he want to be with me or does he not?

Your breath was hot. I could write it in a hundred different ways; it was like a flame dangling above my skin.

She explained to me the pressure she puts on herself and how being number one entails so many sacrifices.

When you grabbed my face and kissed me at the empty gas station on that breezy end of July.

The music was loud and great, the alcohol felt tingly. I ran into you in the crowd. You were stumbling because you were so drunk. You cock a smile at me and I place my hands on your chest.