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the air conditioning was the only steady sound in the room.
my father's voice went in and out as he gave me advice and inquired as to my next steps.
my next steps
the flirtation of those words from standing next to eachother makes me treat the insides of my lips like chewing gum.
just one more pairing of words to join the plethora of other sad entries about confusion, nerves, and expectations as the beauty of our summer slips from our palms like carelessly cupped water.
they want to sell our house. they want to head towards the next step.
the overwhelming hunter and kelly greens of our backyard. the lush depths of our forest.
the battlefields. the radio stations. the police barracks. the warehouses. the army headquarters. the highways. the other worlds. the temples.
everything it once was will soon be beyond grasps.
the memory joggers will no longer greet me every waking.
i love my neighborhood. i loved my neighborhood.
my...my... for never more.
but aside from that. aside from painless words and painful realities.
i've been given so much. i only pray that within a few years i can figure out a way to give, myself.
my nineteenth year gave me lows and highs.
i'll never forget either.
this summer was the best i've ever had.
my friends saw to that.
life is an oddity in itself.
to understand one's place, one must understand so much else.
so amidst entries of knowing thyself, knowing what's next, knowing what it is to be taken in life,
i know not, and will not claim any of the above.
the world's a-changing.
i hope i can do so for the best.
my father's voice went in and out as he gave me advice and inquired as to my next steps.
my next steps
the flirtation of those words from standing next to eachother makes me treat the insides of my lips like chewing gum.
just one more pairing of words to join the plethora of other sad entries about confusion, nerves, and expectations as the beauty of our summer slips from our palms like carelessly cupped water.
they want to sell our house. they want to head towards the next step.
the overwhelming hunter and kelly greens of our backyard. the lush depths of our forest.
the battlefields. the radio stations. the police barracks. the warehouses. the army headquarters. the highways. the other worlds. the temples.
everything it once was will soon be beyond grasps.
the memory joggers will no longer greet me every waking.
i love my neighborhood. i loved my neighborhood.
my...my... for never more.
but aside from that. aside from painless words and painful realities.
i've been given so much. i only pray that within a few years i can figure out a way to give, myself.
my nineteenth year gave me lows and highs.
i'll never forget either.
this summer was the best i've ever had.
my friends saw to that.
life is an oddity in itself.
to understand one's place, one must understand so much else.
so amidst entries of knowing thyself, knowing what's next, knowing what it is to be taken in life,
i know not, and will not claim any of the above.
the world's a-changing.
i hope i can do so for the best.