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i have these days where i just have no idea about anything. I try to understand myself, but alas it is merely impossible. I guess that it is part of being whatever the hell I am: human? Yesterday I awoke as one corner of a love triangle. Amidst the stormy gray mountain sky, my raindrops consisted of seashells, dreadlocks, and sweet nothings written in spanish prose.
Is it possible to realize that you love someone once you find out that someone else is in love with you? Or is simply an excuse to not deal with the fact of not being interested?
It once developed into a crush. But maybe I'm denying the fact that I am consumed by love itself. Or a state of deep infatuation. I don't want him. I never did. Ah me.
I think that I was supposed to be a rock star and got put in the wrong body. Or maybe I just wish I were a rockstar. I spelled ONYX in scrabble yesterday.
Where is the hidden path that leads to nowhere? I want to trail off into an unknown abyss away from deep coughs and dyed orange skin: seeking pleasure from the crunching of the yellow leaves that electricity attracts to the soles of my feet. Do you remember when you owned my thoughts? Sometimes I feel your death numbed my skin. My eyes. I wish I could express the deep reds and green that inhabit my mind or the tears that won't escape my ducts, no matter how hard I try.
I'm done with that.
It's crisp out. Time for a honeycrisp.