That's forcing away a foundation.
The sky was hazy and the sun was getting hotter.
Now all's left is a cheap imitation.
The ripples swallowed it whole.
Watch the story unfold.
hi.
"hey, what's up?"
nothing. wanna chill?
"i've got pl[ch]a[i]ns for the rest of the weekend."
oh, ok.
"listen, i still want to [...]"
of course.
"you alright?"
yeah. it's cool.
"I think I need a sunrise
I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer,
And snow would be nice,
Oh yeah,
You don't know me
And you don't even care." --"Boston" by Augustana
Imagine what it would be like to have everyone feel cool with you all the time.
To not have to worry.
To know they're being mature. Even when you're not there.
Imagine.

1 comment:
What and who and why?
Your thoughts are so abstract. Like broken fragments from the glass house. Are they freeing you or trapping you?
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