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i had one of those times, you know, the kind you feel between the day. like, you feel something farther, out of reach, something that is handed to you when you're trying and tired but feel beautiful too. like, open eyes. i'm healthy and it's the first time since the night i moved in and you have no idea how beautiful feels feel, how nice it is not to have hearing loss, cough so much you have to leave every class, sleep for no hours a night, consuming every prescription you will ever be prescribed, at once.
i rode my bike in my safety sweater, safety bell in my hand and safety is not the word for comfort; comfort running from my toes to my ears, the cold not the cause of my goosebumps, kissing you softer and longer every time with Owen talking into my ears about something i know, you knowing what my eyes mean, feeling the broad beat bounce like a bouyant boat through my mind, seeing it in the black sky, seeing it in the warm, spreading streetlights. i love being better than okay; my movie is making, it stars libby and is composed of 421 stills that i must edit (!); Mumpsy (Jeff) at Austins remembered me, "haven't seen you in lightyears beautiful girl", you made my night boatfriend. i'll write my poems and stories, make my arts, become some sort of doctor or therapist perhaps, travel too much, become. i know who i am inside and that's all that will ever matter to what happens around me; i can't wait for europe again this summer, i miss my spain frens, hopes are full; hopes are always full, even when your glass has been drunk. i'll become.
i rode my bike in my safety sweater, safety bell in my hand and safety is not the word for comfort; comfort running from my toes to my ears, the cold not the cause of my goosebumps, kissing you softer and longer every time with Owen talking into my ears about something i know, you knowing what my eyes mean, feeling the broad beat bounce like a bouyant boat through my mind, seeing it in the black sky, seeing it in the warm, spreading streetlights. i love being better than okay; my movie is making, it stars libby and is composed of 421 stills that i must edit (!); Mumpsy (Jeff) at Austins remembered me, "haven't seen you in lightyears beautiful girl", you made my night boatfriend. i'll write my poems and stories, make my arts, become some sort of doctor or therapist perhaps, travel too much, become. i know who i am inside and that's all that will ever matter to what happens around me; i can't wait for europe again this summer, i miss my spain frens, hopes are full; hopes are always full, even when your glass has been drunk. i'll become.