Nav K - Chill
Music: Lowercase Noises - Rushes

[All rights to the music belong to the original artist, Lowercase Noises, and have been used herein solely for nonprofit, noncommercial purposes.]


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Engagement in conversation is confirmation of intellect and a combination of predicates that evoke provocation. So upon confrontation my mind takes sets and compilations of audio-visual concentration. Once I discovered she spoke my language I crossed her off every list, suddenly tempted to lick the condensation off her lips. I hoped to god I wasn’t complicating or over compensating for beauty beyond contemplation. But I was hoping to collaborate on that canvas, stroke her like a candid work of art expanded into enchanted flesh and form. I’d implore her to stay so we could explore the human race and celebrate, never denigrate the bliss that we’d be in. Until we levitate to the point of elevation in attempt to compose a dictionary of skin. So while I fantasize about everything between her lips and thighs, I match her stride and my insides start to spill. I say:

I’m no soothsayer I’m just a smooth layer of chill. I’m here to inundate you with words you’ve already heard but in a different sequence of meaning and need. And I know of you’ve been told that you’re beautiful, but I’m here to make you believe it indeed.

- Nav K


The Next Time You Say "I Love You"

You say that you love me

and yet you make it seem like coral reefs

have fewer faults than I. 

You say that my eyes are like 

your favorite pair of blue jeans

and yet you purposefully rip holes into them.

That I am the most beautiful flower in the garden,

and yet you pluck me from the soil,

and I wither.

You say that you love me,

and yet I want to tell you,

that love is more than clandestine love letters

and sharing umbrellas in the rain.

I want to tell you that love is not just made up of syllables,

and words that sound nice.

I want to tell you that love is appreciation;

that it is acceptance.

And sometimes love means letting go. 

So next time you say “I love you”,

I will accept the gift and say “thank you”,

but I am tired of mistaking

Venus flytraps for daisies.

So next time you say, “I love you”

I will be gone.

when words fail, use your lips–
kiss her cheek and let her feel you tremble,
put her hand on your heart and let her feel it beat,
then let her know it beats for her,
your blood rushes through your veins to the fingers you use to feel her soft skin,
your hands only know her touch and your cheek only knows her lips,
when words fail, use your lips–
caress her body with your kisses,
let her hands know the softness of your touch,
use your lips to let her know she is yours,
when words fail, kiss her.
—  sm. 11:47 am / 7.26.15
New Woman

So you’re 11 years old.

And you just got off of Facetime with your best friend

Because your mom is yelling at you to go to bed.

You put on your favorite PJ’s, brush your teeth,

Rest your head on your fluffiest pillow.

Then turn the TV on to Full House because

You think Michelle is clever. 

You fall asleep peacefully with the TV on

And dream of taking Comet out on a walk

While talking about pranks with Michelle…

You wake up suddenly.

Something feels weird…

There’s a wet stickiness between your thighs.

You reach down and feel an unfamiliar texture.

You rip your blanket off to find that you’re lying in a pool of blood.

And thus begins the cycle, woman.

Woman? At 11 years old? Apparently…

At 17 years old, I can tell you that it is no easy task to be a


To have your body tell you that you’re not pregnant by sending you bitter cramps and erratic mood swings .

To sit through long classes with an aching abdomen when you forgot your Advil at home.

To have men constantly attribute any emotions you show to “that time of the month” regardless of whether you’re on or not. 

To be woman is to experience cycles.

To be woman is to listen to your body.

To be woman is to endure, endure, endure.

To be woman is to give life.

To be woman is to give love, comfort, support.

To be woman is to lead. 

To be woman is to break records, shatter barriers, INFILTRATE STEM fields. 

To be woman is to serve one’s country. 

To be woman is to run for office. 

To be woman is to make a change starting from self.

You, new woman, are a strikingly, influential being. 

You can do anything, regardless of what time of the month it is. 


Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but how can it be a mistake when I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her…
—  OCD (Neil Hilborn)

I think there should be more platonic intimacy. Intimacy is not reserved solely for romantic relationships. Kiss you friend’s cheeks or be the shoulder they can lean on. If they’re sad, give them a hug and dont let go until they do. Tell more people your proud of them. Take a moment to appreciate those around you, tell them or show them you care.

Take care of your friends, make kindness contagious.