the ground beneath my footsoles is warm and I have an even warmer sky above my head.I stopped counting my freckles and my hair is a cascade of blonde from endless lemon-juiced hours in the sun.
I stopped using my beloved 'daisy' by marc jacobs because I enjoy the pure scent of warmth and light on my skin more.
someone threw a bunch of roses into the gutter and I think about taking them and placing them upon my window shell but then again I can't take away what is part of someone else's romantic drama.
I spent an evening outside with chai tea and a box of cigarettes and just when I realized the box being empty and the tea being cold the sun began to rise so I packed my stuff and went to bed.
I didn't touch a book in days because it feels like filling myself with words that I don't have.
tonight I went to hear some bands play and realized that I don't understand jazz.
a good number of people sat with their eyes closed, nodding.
nodding.
all I could do was shrug.
weird thing, melancholy.
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