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Rilee Arey
Bio
I am a professional life romantizer, with a heart that feels everything deeply. I am a moment collector through words and the ways around us.
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Stories (170/0)
What is a Backpacker?
After solo traveling these past few months, a question keeps resurfacing in my mind with more travelers I meet. What is a backpacker? When I ask this I mean what are the qualifying factors to be able to identify yourself as a backpacker. Before I tell you what the internet told me, I’ll tell you what I think about when I think about being a backpacker.
By Rilee Arey4 months ago in Wander
Pre Flight Night Jitters
The last thing I should be doing is writing right now. It is a little past midnight, exactly 12 hours before my next flight to my next destination on this six month journey abroad. Although my flight is not till 12 PM, I still need to leave my hotel by 8 AM. Flight math is so unfair, but it's better to be safe than deal with anything airlines on the phone.
By Rilee Arey5 months ago in Confessions
Be Still
I slipped my arm from underneath him, his eyes lay heavy, deeply asleep. Grabbing my coat and shoes, I sneak out the door, intentionally avoiding the hassle of waking him. His house though lacking basic human needs of furniture, was still warm, warmer than the 10 inches of fresh snow that greeted me at the door. The time was well past midnight, yet the sky appeared anything but dark as the falling snow bounced off the orange in the street lights. I have always loved the night, but standing there, canvassed by layers of white all around, while only you stand in the street, was pure magic. The cold was crisp, the air in my lungs releasing a misty cloud every breath. It was quiet, but not in a eerie way, it was peaceful. Every step crunched beneath my boot as I was creating a path that had never been formed. Cars covered in the mornings future hassle, chilling ice melting into the inch between my boots and pants. I was forming a cool sweat with every step, as I trecked back toward my dorm. My eyes mesmerized by the white lit sky in the depth of the night. The fernlike stellar dendrite flakes flow down effortlessly as they join the white canvas that surrounds me, My eyes grew weary and fingers bacame numb, yet I wanted to stand still, be still in this moment. A moment where nothing moves, nothing speaks, Where the delicate descending snow meets the street.
By Rilee Arey5 months ago in Fiction
Washed, Lost and Worn
I am mearly one of many, but I serve my purpose just like the rest. We are different in lengths and sizes, various colors and textures. Purchased from a lineup of those who look just like me, thats the journey to my beginning. I was one of the lucky ones, designed and indivudually packed. When my person chose me, they chose my personality too. The top to my toes, coated in bright pink poleyester, thin, soft and very colorful. Some call me a rainbow, others call me impractical for softball practice. I was bought on sale, but my time her never felt cheap. I came in a pair, prepared to serve my lifes purpose. To be the lining of life for the girl who walked in the shoes I called home.
By Rilee Arey6 months ago in Fiction
Reckless Beginnings
Your name was starting to pop off my tongue in causal converstaions, relating something to you based off my recent evaluations, I kept it all quiet at first, maybe for the best only a few poeple knew because now I feel hurt. A end to a reckless beginning I suppose, I feel careless that anyone knows, Because since I was involved with you, I feel utterly exposed and cheap. I know this is on me, but it hurts, it hurts because to me it mattered, because all that flattery that soaked into my skin, feels pretend. Feels like maybe I read you wrong, or I was clouded by my own wants, But now I question if it was worth my cost. You tell me you still had a great time, that saying that makes everything in my mind seem fine, you probably even feel bad about it, without understanding my cause and effect. A day ago I was amazed with your understanding about my processing after our actions, you asked me if I wanted to talk about it, then joined me to sit. I never told you what I was processing, why I needed air after our thing, but its because of situations like these, I let myself feeling with the power of belief, I know how this person will treat me, That the kiss meant something to you, That the intamacy drew you closer too. I know our life dont line up and honestly we probably dont event belong, but if I wonder if I knew how it ended, if I would go back through all of it. Because you seemed so great, And the meeting you all that time ago seemed a little like fate, maybe it still could be. But letting myself being mentally and physically close to you, then being second place, feels like a fucked up way to continue being mates.
By Rilee Arey6 months ago in Poets