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Oh, words. You are inadequate.
March 18th I became disenchanted with Madison and for the first time in 19 years yearned to live elsewhere. Blinded from ordinary beauty: I was disoriented.
And now, I sit in cars and in random hallways to get my fix of people (they won't let us steal signals anymore).
Boys, in their many forms and ways, have flooded in and I know that soon I will be back to zero. But for now I'm enjoying possibility.
I want ice cream all the time, wish I could quit my job, wish I could wish I could read all day, wish I could remember poetry, wish I could travel, wish I could kiss kiss kiss wish I could wish things were easier.
Lonesome for no one around.
March 18th I became disenchanted with Madison and for the first time in 19 years yearned to live elsewhere. Blinded from ordinary beauty: I was disoriented.
And now, I sit in cars and in random hallways to get my fix of people (they won't let us steal signals anymore).
Boys, in their many forms and ways, have flooded in and I know that soon I will be back to zero. But for now I'm enjoying possibility.
I want ice cream all the time, wish I could quit my job, wish I could wish I could read all day, wish I could remember poetry, wish I could travel, wish I could kiss kiss kiss wish I could wish things were easier.
Lonesome for no one around.