mood: decadent
i cannot remember my dream from last night but there was an orchard full of wax fruits and i was walking there with you, and --
i am skipping through my days and staying far from your vicious subterfuge. our dinner parties are mainly meat, our words are mostly true and i am far too proud. (i sometimes become absent; i will always, always return.)
my world has fantastic, undiscovered smiles.
today after classes, i went downtown and i was a wanderer. i talked to the booksellers & librarians, blew dandelion wishes on citadel hill (my secrets, they are still expensive) and i watched the windblown strangers, hand in hand with their intentions. curled up in an armchair at second cup, i read 'a softer world' and it rained but i did not cry.
tomorrow's escape is welcome relief from the cherished spaces that begin to threaten and bruise with the mundane. don't you know it's bad luck to stay in one place for too long? a final look at alchemy and i will be gone, gone, gone. i am old enough to need taking care of and cannot wait to rush to the arms that are open and waiting.
instead of packing, tonite, i read short stories and drink champagne.
i am skipping through my days and staying far from your vicious subterfuge. our dinner parties are mainly meat, our words are mostly true and i am far too proud. (i sometimes become absent; i will always, always return.)
my world has fantastic, undiscovered smiles.
today after classes, i went downtown and i was a wanderer. i talked to the booksellers & librarians, blew dandelion wishes on citadel hill (my secrets, they are still expensive) and i watched the windblown strangers, hand in hand with their intentions. curled up in an armchair at second cup, i read 'a softer world' and it rained but i did not cry.
tomorrow's escape is welcome relief from the cherished spaces that begin to threaten and bruise with the mundane. don't you know it's bad luck to stay in one place for too long? a final look at alchemy and i will be gone, gone, gone. i am old enough to need taking care of and cannot wait to rush to the arms that are open and waiting.
instead of packing, tonite, i read short stories and drink champagne.
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