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and all those beautiful and simple laid plans
where did they go and where am i now? what is this time business that speeds and slows of its own accord? that doesnt seem to slow at all
i should be waking up to terraced flats and flat boots on beautiful girls. where are the sirens and pilgrims and the illegible signs and buildings?
we are adaptable, yes. but i could live in the city and pay for things in coins. drink beer at six in the morning and find someone to sit with me on the bridge eating ice cream and wearing a red scarf. stopping in the street.
i am misplaced here now, of course. with my cat power and my sister's dog and two new songs. i want walking and cold weather and perfectly opening windows with thin and beautiful boys just below.
happy birthdays and jealous girls in distant places - reading but never having.
and wasn't i supposed to capture this? the not writing papers and working hard late and typing typing typing until i can't continue any more nonsense? wasn't there supposed to be some beautiful and glorious moment of freedom and youth and utter joy?
there were parks and ice creams and there was rain. there were movies and quizzes and one firework two weeks later. there was a beautiful day at a beautiful beach and several beautiful days living in another country and liking it.
i am still grasping; never quite there
where did they go and where am i now? what is this time business that speeds and slows of its own accord? that doesnt seem to slow at all
i should be waking up to terraced flats and flat boots on beautiful girls. where are the sirens and pilgrims and the illegible signs and buildings?
we are adaptable, yes. but i could live in the city and pay for things in coins. drink beer at six in the morning and find someone to sit with me on the bridge eating ice cream and wearing a red scarf. stopping in the street.
i am misplaced here now, of course. with my cat power and my sister's dog and two new songs. i want walking and cold weather and perfectly opening windows with thin and beautiful boys just below.
happy birthdays and jealous girls in distant places - reading but never having.
and wasn't i supposed to capture this? the not writing papers and working hard late and typing typing typing until i can't continue any more nonsense? wasn't there supposed to be some beautiful and glorious moment of freedom and youth and utter joy?
there were parks and ice creams and there was rain. there were movies and quizzes and one firework two weeks later. there was a beautiful day at a beautiful beach and several beautiful days living in another country and liking it.
i am still grasping; never quite there