Tonight-I am a shadow
I looked away and the world shrank. I could not find familiar faces and did not remember the familiar places.
So I took a walk to reinflate the world.
Bremerton is full of memories. I was the highschool Mascot. Someone today remembered me as the Bremerton Knight.
I sang with a choir. Various Choirs.
I walked to three schools every weekday.
I lived with Zac on the waterfront by the Ferry.
I lived with Winter, Wolf, Pat, Jesse, Steve, Heidi, and little Zowie in a navy appartment on 11th.
My house used to be where people went for Pot.
I've lived with 11 people at the same time.
It was slightly chilly out. The crescent moon was orange. The air was perfumed with roses and jasmine.
I looked at everying I could. Inside and out.
I'm 26 until November.
I haven't done anything Wacky for a while. Who would I be wacky with? How shall I get my sillies out?
They've gone below, like unwhackable moles.
They must be summoned. Who knows the incantation?
I am changing. It's disorienting. I am filled with nostalgia. Jenn and Laurel and Oloteas and the Hannahs and Chris Riner (wherever he may be) and Melissa and Ash...Noah and Alex Zac and Bergman and Steve.
Things so numerous and subtle I cannot fit words on them.
An unnamable longing.
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Everything depends upon Persistence of Vision.
I need a hug. The rest is gravy.
-Chad
So I took a walk to reinflate the world.
Bremerton is full of memories. I was the highschool Mascot. Someone today remembered me as the Bremerton Knight.
I sang with a choir. Various Choirs.
I walked to three schools every weekday.
I lived with Zac on the waterfront by the Ferry.
I lived with Winter, Wolf, Pat, Jesse, Steve, Heidi, and little Zowie in a navy appartment on 11th.
My house used to be where people went for Pot.
I've lived with 11 people at the same time.
It was slightly chilly out. The crescent moon was orange. The air was perfumed with roses and jasmine.
I looked at everying I could. Inside and out.
I'm 26 until November.
I haven't done anything Wacky for a while. Who would I be wacky with? How shall I get my sillies out?
They've gone below, like unwhackable moles.
They must be summoned. Who knows the incantation?
I am changing. It's disorienting. I am filled with nostalgia. Jenn and Laurel and Oloteas and the Hannahs and Chris Riner (wherever he may be) and Melissa and Ash...Noah and Alex Zac and Bergman and Steve.
Things so numerous and subtle I cannot fit words on them.
An unnamable longing.
--
Everything depends upon Persistence of Vision.
I need a hug. The rest is gravy.
-Chad