i want to be a thug
The whole apartment smells of autumn: boozy apple cider and the roasted seeds of early jack-o-lanterns. I love to walk to campus in my dad's beige Members' Only knock-off and purple scarf I stole from Molly to observe the Idaho leaves' humble attempt at transformation. Something within me is always spiced during these months, primed for either fully experiencing days or falling into the stress of too many expectations, which others will set for me I admit it, but now I own that with better control and a hold onto my own expectations.
My mind clings to Simone Weil for the moment, wanting to disintegrate. My sense of Self is swollen and I need to lance it. I need Simone to come back and lance it so poems and music can Communicate rather than be these shoddy mirrors.
Why would I look at a woman in a mirror if I could look at her directly as she looks at herself in the mirror?
Summary: autumn leaves = good. $$$$ = I don't even want to talk about it; I don't know what to say; I want it to go away so I can play in the leaves.
My mind clings to Simone Weil for the moment, wanting to disintegrate. My sense of Self is swollen and I need to lance it. I need Simone to come back and lance it so poems and music can Communicate rather than be these shoddy mirrors.
Why would I look at a woman in a mirror if I could look at her directly as she looks at herself in the mirror?
Summary: autumn leaves = good. $$$$ = I don't even want to talk about it; I don't know what to say; I want it to go away so I can play in the leaves.