Let’s last a day without the voices and find out if the rest is still really there.
I found my book.
Not having you here reminds me of what it was like to not have you at all. I’m sitting in my room, typing about you. It really is a trip down memory lane, lined with pine trees. I didn’t really know what I was missing back then. But I knew it was something worth missing. And now I really know. “So, I have this feeling, it’s like a lacking of something. It probably...
so much fucking peanut butter in my mouth right now…
I run away from the concert, across the overpass, over the train tracks, and into the woods where the vagrants dwell. I somehow cause them flock to me, giving them cigarettes and consideration. I leave- the band will play soon. It is important that I see them. Later I am proudly holding a shoebox full of excrement. And then I am with the company of school friends, and jog with one up a hill...
I had a retainer. It fell out when I kissed you.