unpack my suitcase brush my hair and put on perfume venture around the neighborhood, don’t forget jacket write a letter back to Miranda spend an evening with him (after so much time away)
you’re like the moment I run out of air underwater. . a stream of bubbles dissipating to nothing, the pressure filling my brain and lungs collapsing inwards. . nothing’s more rewarding than that reviving gasp of oxygen once my head floats to surface. . winter break feels like the car ride home from the community… Continue reading to finals week.
charcoal shadows blanket the city, each house still tucked in and hidden from the ebony night. it’s an uneasy and unusual feeling— stillness covers the once-bustling streets, stirring silence almost too perfect, a rarity of its own. with dark pink clouds and deep orange along your horizon, you bring promise of morning light and new… Continue reading to Saturday, 5:45 a.m.