i remind myself that times could be much worse
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nineteen, lock-jaw lemonade, clouds explain my feelings better than i do. i can only wish for more excuses, for this color black,this overflow of desire and apathy. let me get my hands on it but i don’t walk through walls like i used to. i drink water, i have a headache. i have no idea what i am doing anymore, but i have built you gardens that you would have loved, but winter comes, but i am a little ugly, but i have it all, and i have nothing at all.
knowledge of how cold it can get at four in the morning sinks in
you hold your breath cause that’s something to think about, that’s something to do, i wish it was always just me and you, i get so scared of everything and nothing sometimes
when i get high and then go to the bar
the cold passed. spring was too busy chasing a lover buried beneath grass. it was hot. we went barefoot. summer came quickly and covered us in layers, made us thirst for something more. spring was still searching for love and so were we, and here we are.
