(no subject)
“The other night it was really truly finally summer and I left my friend’s house alone on my bike. Sped along the bar-studded edge of gentrification. Plucked from the multi-tangle of side roads a skein to follow home. Skidded into the park next to our building. And collapsed. And actually saw, no, looked up at the stars. Which frankly is a movie-style thing I haven’t done much since I was a kid who visited my grandparents in the country and wrote poems.
Then I laid there and laid there still, forgetting to be depressed.”
I need to take a moment and forget to be depressed.
Then I laid there and laid there still, forgetting to be depressed.”
I need to take a moment and forget to be depressed.