I chugged the perfect months and now I’m cogged away again, the same but not, and new moon bleeding on the other side of Sunset, there’s so much both in all the every, like how you cry on free good days, like how you trade your time for numbers and I love you and I miss July.
Come over and I’ll tell you.
They made more entrances than exits and oh pants, they own my hours, but oh pants, I love to sneak and breathe and everything is fantasy….you know….until it’s not.
Can you believe? I washed my hands with soap FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR. That’s real. My skin is new and healed & from the lostness I collects me, swallowed quarters, brushing 9-5 through knotted hair, grow up. There’s no such thing as late.
And oh my god, you’re such a lucky. And oh my god, hey how’s your day?
OH IT’S GOING
I’M GOING
OH, IT’S GOING, OH YOU KNOW
IT’S GOING.
The fire alarm blares.
No one moves.
There's no smoke, so she answers a call.
Me when it’s going