kim garrison.: a new.

pretend this was posted last sunday....i wrote it in the la guardia airport before flying back to sf. love. love. love.

I saw the sun rise these past two mornings. it’s like heaven shedding skin. the smell of salt hit me as I got outta the cab. airports no longer scare me. flying no longer frames me. I am not sure I am afraid of anything other than myself anymore. and this is a beautiful thing.

how to recap the last week? the last few weeks in actuality…

let’s start with new york. Jessica. Leanna. Alexis. Shannon. Mikey. Sabrina. Estelle. Kenny. Brooklyn. boogaloo. being the tall girl outside the club. babies. mini bonfires. marshmallow promotions lady outside pizza joint. (wait hold on. do you wanna marshmallow??) rockstars. red bulls. not drinking. not sleeping. not writing. not caring. shiny toy guns. open center. Jennifer Glass. Paige. early may. martha’s producer!!! subways. the studio. mad scientist (msg). live music. shade bar. v bar/café. new bands. sin-e.pomme frites. empire state building. memories. neighborhoods. bleecker street. cheese shop yum. um, pool hall. france’s ping pong champion anyone? sal’s! garlic knots. hip hop club? stalked by a bouncer? white sunglasses. miniskirts. a-train. ‘kimmy.’ drama. fulton-that man, on the subway!!! polaroids. (boys smoking in the subway.) cake factory. parsons. drunk girl. nyu. just plain weird! all around. dirt. flip flops. soho. rain. meatpacking. distilling the soul to find the voice. again. stepping aside to let spirit ride this out. the highs and lows will not go. the city will always attempt to swallow
me. and I am finally ready.

I wish I could write for hours to recap all the love and joy and beauty and laughter I recaptured this week. suffice it to say that going with nearly 3 hours a sleep a night proves to be enough when I am following my own footsteps. adventuring and living the life I have been dreaming of. always. I cannot explain the emotion that lingers. the heartstring that will not cut. the knowing. I can only ask that this will be enough. that this will come again. that the shift in focus will prove to be the correct path indeed. will prove that happiness can recreate inside skin. 6am. airplanes. photos. music. tattoos. hair. skin. friction. tears. truth. smiles. laughter. birth. mamma. fear. convalescing. communication. want. desires. touch. taste. sound. alone. legs. sky. new. york. new. me…

(thank you all who share in this life. all such beautiful blessings…)

this is all that I can say:

shirly temple - YES!!!!

early may...finally:

i'm amazed at how fast i can snap pictures sometimes...this guy was just way too freakin stylish to pass up. xo:

if only i could tell you all about the marshmallows...oh man. unending entertainment. i still think this place should pay me to stand outside and hand out marshmallows to all patrons. it really was a hit. even thr old lady spitting them out on the sidewalk. classic: