mood: snippets
i want you to know that the truth is beautiful.
before sunset, the world becomes over-saturated with feeling & you have been absent from these dizzying places for so long. you sit listening to the far-off voices of your friends, watching birds weave against the last brilliance of day. nothing changes but everything, everything folds over & into itself. hey listen, i've known you ever since thirteen years old. there are maps & ruler-lined memories and a terrible, overwhelming neatness. and when we meet you cannot stop footsteps; i cannot bear to witness.
today, i filled the last page of my notebook.
1 comment:
hey! i've been to those places.
love you so much julia, le us talk on phone soon. K?
andreita
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