• Jean Lucia commented on the post, jazz 8 years, 6 months ago

    You listen to that damn record all the time. Sometimes when I watch you, you’re not here, you’re floating around on somewhere out of this world where I can never go with you, and I realize that this is maybe where we should drop everything and leave things at a good note. Then I shake […]

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, without 8 years, 6 months ago

    There’s always going to be one name that you think of when you ponder about what your life has been living without. Your life knew that it was time for her to go, the relationship served its time, but you’re always going to think of it. When you turn around from that garden party and […]

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, motel 8 years, 6 months ago

    “You can come anytime you need, but you can never leave”

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, divide 8 years, 6 months ago

    Don’t have any spare hearts left for you. So I’ll leave my last one here on the porch.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, punch 8 years, 6 months ago

    The word jabbed me right in the gutter and for a moment I was frozen. I couldn’t move or make any face, I was just still, while inside my mind all my body was fighting with its whole strength to stay sane, with all the blood inside me boiling in uproar.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, pouch 8 years, 6 months ago

    We’ll probably never be on the same page, he had said. And that’s when he gave me the pouch that he had been keeping inside the very deepest part of his drawer. That thing had remained completely hidden inside for the whole duration of our knowing each other, and suddenly, when it emerged, it looked […]

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, raise 8 years, 6 months ago

    “As he begins to raise his voice, you lower yours, grant him one last choice.
    Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you’ve followed…”
    -The Fray, How to Save a Life

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, discuss 8 years, 6 months ago

    The smoke of the yesterday’s feud fogs my head, and the tension between us still clouds the air. Crammed full of words that are not meant to be said, I press on my temples and sink into the chair, trying not to burst out in broken sentences before he starts talking first. Instead, he doesn’t, […]

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, trees 8 years, 6 months ago

    They’re always truer than humans, did you know that?

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, loft 8 years, 6 months ago

    The bare bones of the loft attract me instantly. It doesn’t feel too done; it feels like I have to be there and complete the last piece, that I have to get my hands dirty and put in the work and add some of myself into it to make it final.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, bleak 8 years, 7 months ago

    The moment when all sounds go bleak, it’s like the world is breaking into half, and I’m settled inside the chasm between two worlds that I don’t belong to, stuck in the middle.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, mist 8 years, 7 months ago

    Everything came from there. On the first day, she saw a baby cub materialize from that mist. On the next day it brought her a basket full of fruits.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, overhead 8 years, 7 months ago

    So long ago we used to drive here. We used to sit on the top of car. And you reached for the dragonfly that sat on my head. That was a dot of light in my life, but I don’t see it anymore; it’s too far away, gone to the back of my mind.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, stood 8 years, 7 months ago

    In the rain, everything looks distant. The trees are standing alone, the cars in the parking lot are standing on their own, and nobody is talking. It seems as if the world has stopped, at that moment, and the time is frozen outside my window.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, fallen 8 years, 7 months ago

    He told us not to eat that apple. But why? My rebelliousness questioned, springing up one by one like leaves on a tree.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, blast 8 years, 7 months ago

    The overwhelming volume heats my ears until they go numb and start to hurt. I crank it up until I can’t hear the world, I can’t feel what’s going on underneath my own two feet, in my life.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, delight 8 years, 7 months ago

    The 7-year-old’s birthday cake, chocolate frosting and fluffy sponges melting in mouth, and his king-like smile so content. The morning when I woke up, opened up the window when I saw the first snow of the year fluffing up the world, and saw winter saying hi.

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, whiskey 8 years, 7 months ago

    You looked at me with puppy eyes, glassy and looking away, retreating from my side and said that you had to go home, you are scared when your dad had one too many glasses of a drink. You could smell it in his breath, when he stepped closer to you and pressed you against the […]

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, half 8 years, 8 months ago

    Sharing meant so much to me when I was younger. The gesture of breaking my cookie off in a brave half, and holding out the bigger portion for somebody, was “I like you a whole lot.”

  • Jean Lucia commented on the post, vase 8 years, 8 months ago

    Tears seep out of its thin crack.