18 years + 23 hours & 24 minutes
(^its longer than it looks)
it started with hanging out in my moms empty casa, plenty of people i love, plenty of daytime shiny windows, a failed monopoly attempt, then the artsy lil mini coffee house, a teatime early morning chat of boys and the like, frosting covered brownie surprise, then to diaries we went, and off again to drowsy dc museum mornings, muddled metro thoughts and cozy car comfort, artists with their shows and we sit watch admire and talk and listen, we make friends, thats amore, we do friends things, hip dances, matt dances, couch conversations (all in the tower), and we make poetry, mix wine with cheers, and im left now with open pages blank with anticipation, with so much music to hear, with an itrip for two, with socks for the broken baby, with grandma's money, tales of drunken dramatics but good things happened, things i'll remember always, late night scribble scrabbled up phonecalls, and then familial bonding, some cupcakes from 2 of my favorite people, treehouse phonecalls, and i heart huckabees, and snow blankets over those sky-rakes in the backyard, and many many pictures but not enough, and fruit tarts and boston cream pies, mathhelp at home for sister a, an unreasonable essay, and a vbc unforgettable breaking point... the weekend in words is nothing compared to the real thing
my head's in the clouds again,
what a weekend
it started with hanging out in my moms empty casa, plenty of people i love, plenty of daytime shiny windows, a failed monopoly attempt, then the artsy lil mini coffee house, a teatime early morning chat of boys and the like, frosting covered brownie surprise, then to diaries we went, and off again to drowsy dc museum mornings, muddled metro thoughts and cozy car comfort, artists with their shows and we sit watch admire and talk and listen, we make friends, thats amore, we do friends things, hip dances, matt dances, couch conversations (all in the tower), and we make poetry, mix wine with cheers, and im left now with open pages blank with anticipation, with so much music to hear, with an itrip for two, with socks for the broken baby, with grandma's money, tales of drunken dramatics but good things happened, things i'll remember always, late night scribble scrabbled up phonecalls, and then familial bonding, some cupcakes from 2 of my favorite people, treehouse phonecalls, and i heart huckabees, and snow blankets over those sky-rakes in the backyard, and many many pictures but not enough, and fruit tarts and boston cream pies, mathhelp at home for sister a, an unreasonable essay, and a vbc unforgettable breaking point... the weekend in words is nothing compared to the real thing
my head's in the clouds again,
what a weekend