and it's ride sally ride --
first of all: this journal is almost a decade old. thank you, beloved internet age -- i don't know any other time when i could track
my rise to consciousness in such an alarming, breathtaking, tragic & thorough way. (or, should i say: rise & fall thru many bucking
consciousnesses. & time that is a mule --)
second of all: i miss you, old livejournal friends. i want to start writing on here again.
third of all: i'm twenty-three. i'm suddenly & strangely homesick, and sick, at the same time, for something like freedom.
i'm about a hundred yards from the cliffs above the pacific, & still sometimes i dream of elsewhere.
forth of all: tell me where you are, how you've been.
xo,
jess
my rise to consciousness in such an alarming, breathtaking, tragic & thorough way. (or, should i say: rise & fall thru many bucking
consciousnesses. & time that is a mule --)
second of all: i miss you, old livejournal friends. i want to start writing on here again.
third of all: i'm twenty-three. i'm suddenly & strangely homesick, and sick, at the same time, for something like freedom.
i'm about a hundred yards from the cliffs above the pacific, & still sometimes i dream of elsewhere.
forth of all: tell me where you are, how you've been.
xo,
jess