brian andreas. always.

i was waiting for such a long time, she said
i thought you forgot

it's hard to forget, i said,
when there is such an empty space when you are gone

compartments of need

It’s like we’ve got these cups in our life. 
One for family, and one for friends, and one for work, and one for a love—
and any one of these cups can be so full that it’s literally running over, 
but the part that runneth over doesn’t runneth over into any of the other cups. 
Excess work-juice doesn’t fill up an empty family cup, 
any more than an abundance of friendships can fill up an empty love cup.  
Which is maddening and a little unfair, but probably, just as it should be.


-meg fee

brian andreas

I find myself dreaming
about the you 
who sits there quietly
waiting to come out
when someone is ready to see her.

the things

how was your day?

"But I'd be too tired to say all of that. So I'd just cry, or yell, or smile and say "fine," and then run to Target to wander aisles aimlessly, because that's all I ever really wanted. But I'd be a little sad because love is about really being seen and known and I wasn't being seen or known then. Everything was really hard to explain. It made me lonely."