Your palms are sweaty, I'm barely listening.
I feel like my face is caving in. There's nothing inside of me anymore- I left it somewhere in the chemicals and charcoal of the last three days. And now I'm thinking in another language that I don't understand, a language I'm ashamed not to love because it is my pathetic heritage. I feel like everything's falling, and all the bruises that have been showing up on my legs are simple proof that I don't even have the strength to remember how they happened.
5 days until Texas will wash over me, with all it's humidity and untimely heat, endless coffee, beer and smoke. I'm stuck somewhere between missing it and already wishing it was over, when I can go back to this new life where I can move without sticking to my car seat. The only thing that makes it all worthwhile, at all important to even return, lies in the faces that I'll be sitting across from every night until I'm back in this colonial town.
Finals week makes us all so emo.
5 days until Texas will wash over me, with all it's humidity and untimely heat, endless coffee, beer and smoke. I'm stuck somewhere between missing it and already wishing it was over, when I can go back to this new life where I can move without sticking to my car seat. The only thing that makes it all worthwhile, at all important to even return, lies in the faces that I'll be sitting across from every night until I'm back in this colonial town.
Finals week makes us all so emo.