head rush
i was just lying. lying there.
exhausted.
i hadn't slept in a day and had just walked to and from campus in 80 degree weather wearing high waisted black skinny jeans, a denim blouse, and a cardigan.
i should have been asleep.
but instead i just starred.
transfixed.
on what used to be a postcard you wrote to me but now just decorated my ceiling in a mobile filled with other things you had given me but forgotten meant anything at all.
so i wrote this. fell asleep too.