fuckin kites

[eastham]

hanies entry reminded me of something my sister used to do which I picked up on. it's a good way of releasing without detail.

there's only one 9 grain on your bread this, so yeah.
scared of the government
the dishes don't often stack up
2am cigarettes
7am cigarettes
floating in my skin
biting my tongue
polka spotted and striped living cuddle machine
polka spotted, not polka dots
eating up history
letting go
blaming it on onions, and reassurances made of kindness
halloween decorations
at home manicures
unapologetic doormat
bones
the ghost that might follow me around
fall as fuck
waiting on winter as fuck
having the attention spam of a chipmunk
dreaming of you
feeling more alive, and more grown up
wanting to snowboard to every other song I hear
to living long
and thick skin
dinner on the table
silent addictions
dependence
independence
reality
dreams
living
breathing
flying high
never giving up
never changing who I am

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