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And so I guess I'm in a sort of limbo. I'm not really committed to anything that's in Austin anymore because college seems so ridiculously close to me, and here I am cleaning my room all the time and asking myself what I want to keep and what I want to leave behind even though I still have a whole year in Austin. I am giving the city away.
I am almost done with this journal and then all I'll need to do is slap on a title, sob out a dedication and throw it aside. Ahh but I'm being flippant. And I'd really like a little note in the front of this new little brown one (with little rainbow polka dots) from a team of kids under a vow of silence who stop by my house on a Wednesday on the way back home to Fort Worth. This book has some memories I'm not sure I'm ready to put down. But its probably time.
and being alive this year almost feels a mix between mourning and tasting a bit of a kind of freedom that is sweet and cold and beautiful.
PS:I am mostly made of poetry. and i think that makes me mostly made of bullshit sometimes.
I am almost done with this journal and then all I'll need to do is slap on a title, sob out a dedication and throw it aside. Ahh but I'm being flippant. And I'd really like a little note in the front of this new little brown one (with little rainbow polka dots) from a team of kids under a vow of silence who stop by my house on a Wednesday on the way back home to Fort Worth. This book has some memories I'm not sure I'm ready to put down. But its probably time.
and being alive this year almost feels a mix between mourning and tasting a bit of a kind of freedom that is sweet and cold and beautiful.
PS:I am mostly made of poetry. and i think that makes me mostly made of bullshit sometimes.