Surprise me.

Surprise me.
Don't call me, don't text me. Take the risk and show up at my doorstep when I least expect it. Surprise me in my baggy clothes and without my makeup.
Make me eat my own words about you never being spontaneous and courageous.
Pass your shame over to me so that gratitude will crush my pride and may you be the mature one in the end.

E.Y

It scared me that we were growing up. Not because of the aging skin lines or the dog race we were in, chasing the bunny, but because of the discontent resonance that had sneakingly leaked amongst us recently.
We had stopped taking pictures. Recent stories were not worth documenting and whenever we needed a good laugh, we pitched a story from the past.

E.Y.