Location City: Seattle
I recently made a drop of two new love notes in Seattle. They are both made from coffee cups. Over the my semester, I drink masses of coffee. And when I don’t bring my own cup, I use masses of disposable coffee cups. It weighs on my conscience to just throw them away. I wanted to make a love note to Seattle before I start traveling over the summer, and one that put these cups to good use.
I boarded pieces of my soul on paper airplanes so i could watch myself fall for you
& fall for you
& fall for you.
Poem by Rebeca Mae
Location city: Seattle
P.S I don’t think I will ever cut out individual letters again. With one sigh they are all sent flying.
Poem (by Gray) accompanying the drawing:
Sometimes things just happen.
For me,
it’s when I’m drunken,
but I’m seriously sober,
just with certain things
I am drunken
like with kittens
or paper cranes
or a joke that
keeps me giggling
for days later,
but still it happens and
I can’t stop it from happening,
like smoking
or this time in the rain when
a car drove by
and spilled the puddle
all over me,
the same way I
fall in love, it’s like
a puddle that spills
all over me
and there’s nothing I can do
about it.
I’ve taken classes
at a college,
and I’ve taken math classes
and sociology classes, etc,
and classes that
tell me why I do
the things that I do,
but they never explain
the puddle at all.
Location city: Somewhere between Portland and Seattle
I loved taking cat naps with you.
Location City: Salt Lake City
Clue: Cafe, Darth Tater
I’ve got my love for you wrapped up in a wine bottle, cast out to the ocean, my love letters have become fish feed.
Last night the moon danced for me.
Location city: Salt Lake City
Did you look up Blue Nocturne in Gold by James Whistler? I love it. I love him. He said: “It takes a man a long time to look like his portrait.”
Location city: Salt Lake City
You called me butterfly chest because of my fluttering heart beat.
Location city: Salt Lake City
Whenever I’m around you my fingertips get cold. I think that it’s my hand reminding me that hands aren’t just for drawing, but for holding too.
Location: Salt Lake City
Like ribbon tied Easter eggs, I'll leave love notes in my wake. From city to city, by train, airplane, bus or the occasional taxi. They’ll be left for you. You the discover. You, the one that reaches for pretty ribbons. Don’t forget to write back to me. ♥ Abandoned Love Notes
