Banana Chips Love Story

Beneath my Feet's View by BananaChipsLoveStory's N It never ceases to amaze me what the layers of this world holds, deeper beauty lies behind every crack in the pavement. Below the murmur of a crowd, a symphony. A smile from an elderly woman at the bus stop is more than mismatched teeth and wrinkled skin, it is more beautiful than the Mona Lisa herself (Perhaps that is why she grins so knowingly?) All we have to do is Stop. Close our eyes and our preconceptions of the mundane mask of our surrounds, listen to the laugh. To the chirp. To the wind as it teases the branches of a tree that has seen more than any of us care to have noticed. The way the light plays against a discarded tin can as it rolls down the gutter has more elegance than the brightest rainbow, these arcs of mist-bent light are far too showy and arrogant. The tin can’s glitter is fragile and fleeting, better to witness it’s rarity and marvel at the man made dancing with nature Behold the

“I have two shadows, and one of them is my companion. It follows me to remind me that I walk in the light. Then there is the other, that lies next to me at night. It likes whispering in my ear, stirring my insecurities, tainting my dreams. It is there to remind me that I sleep in darkness.” BananaXthecollectiveXthanksFrenzFriesXperfectPlatitude

Living alone. When you live alone long enough, alone is no longer synonymous with lonely. After a while, you fill up a space. With your voice. With your scent. With your music. With your stuff. With everything you thought you own <and im for sure it could fit into a box>. You learn to sleep like a troubled wire, or spooning your books and your laptop.You have no qualms about drip drying your bras over the shower rod or drinking the entire pot of coffee in the middle of the night.You stop cooking for one and just cook whatever or whenever you want. Or you don’t. Sometimes you eat peanut butter out of the jar and drink orange juice from the bottle, and call it dinner. Some Saturday mornings, you’ll wake up early in the morning and sleep again <just because you can> and read six chapters in a book before even brushing your teeth. You’ll leave your shoes at the front door, your hair in the bathroom sink, and a weeks worth of mail on the kitchen counter and no one will giv