

Summer diedI'm taking offSummer died
My summer clothes clothes made of 3AM and showers three times daily
because of sweat. Crafted from the finest empty spaces where a schedule used to live but filled up with hours of arm chairs and television,
of porch swings and photography thrift stores and night of not knowing and nothing special. Here I go with the the fall clothes made of 3AM from different places now made of midterms and panic, plans and responsibilty,
too many road maps
and the threat of adulthood. Oh
How I miss my summer garb. &nbs


SandI'm pouring sand in my head where the admirationsSand
and affections used to be. Nature abhors a vacuum and apparently so does the mind. I'm combing over materials- Packing peanuts Just plain water Or even concrete Something! Anything! So that part doesn't
run away with me. Again. It goes without my permission pulling me by the wrist to every boy with long hair or Chuck Taylors "He might work!" "He's not that bad!" "You could change him!" At this point- if he's not poetic delicately strong if it isn't instant
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my brother :iconsomyura: was kidnapped pliz read this [link] and help if u can!
i like ur stuff.
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To know how much I am loved would require me to be God. I think I will just trust that it is a lot.
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