to my most unlikely friend...

Everything about you should drive me insane, and instead—you just make me laugh; instead, we get along.

You go through my closet like you belong there, discarding “junk” you feel no one should own. You confiscate my favorite old jeans and replace them with questionable mini-things. You borrow my favorite pajamas and wear them outside in the yard.

Sometimes I just want to grab handfuls of your hair...and maybe tear it out.

But I never do—because you’re Anna, and that means so many wonderful things. You’re everything that a good friend should be, and this is for you, because I know that a post on a blog is the way to your heart:

how often you wander ahead in your mind
preparing the way and pretending a find
how often you wander in thinking to plan
for the moments you can’t in a world where you can
how you love to escape from the notion of time
and drift to a place that is purely sublime
and how many times do you wander to feel
what, except in your mind, was not meant to be real
and though it’s convincing, and true it may seem
those moments you savor—but only in dream

and when you return to the world of real things
it never knows how to live up to your dreams
and nothing you do now will quite compensate
so don’t wander away—for reality’s sake
to that place where you weave lovely fanciful notions
and ride on the wave of unbridled emotions
because just when your dream-castle reaches the sky
it will shatter and leave you to revel in why
when you’re beckoned to flight now, hold fast to the ground
it’s not such a thrill, but it’s solid and sound