The Earth turns slow sometimes
You can lie on your back in the night
Look at the stars and witness the curve in the sky
Moving fast and slow all at once, ever present and very far away
Time inching, unwilling
Nothing moves quickly here, under it all, the whole of everything above us
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About Mariah Lewis
What Love Means to Me
Since childhood I’ve been exposed to love in a thousand different ways. It started with the love I have for my mother and the love she has for me. She was my first example of what love is, how it feels, how it sounds and what it looks like. Then, in my childlike brain it was translated into holding hands as you crossed the street and kisses on my fallen knees.
Calling all Nerds!
My whole life I’ve always loved what is considered the ‘impossible’ or ‘improbable’. I loved hearing stories about distant planets full of bustling alien life and epics depicting the long, heartfelt journey of hobbits on their way to destroy a magical ring. I loved watching David Bowie dance around in those super form-fitting tights in the Labyrinth while he sang about a child he may or may not have just kidnapped.
Where we start writing
When you stand next to the sea, you don’t feel big. You don’t feel important, or worthwhile, or even human. You feel like a small speck on a scale so large your presence isn’t even registered. At first this was a comfort. To feel like nothing, like your mistakes and your life are just soaring under the radar, unessential. But today it felt infuriating. Like the voice so caught in my throat, or the words along with that voice.
A visitor at The Confessional
I was in bed last night, reading a book I bought from this teeny little bookstore I couldn’t remember the name of, despite having just been there hours before. As I was doing this, a little card fell out. Jupiter’s Rare & Used Books, right! That place. And I was thinking how badly I would rather be there than here (Vancouver, WA) at the moment.