with a smile, that’s how I want all my nights to end. Broke some rules, heart in a million pieces, but faith will carry me through.
Sunburned, sleepy, spurred
Sometimes I marvel at the infinite. I am reminded of expectations, of Internet radio and pocket lint. I forget embraces and ephemeral glances and smells. I think about thoughts of thinking that I may very well be overthinking thoughts; I think about the persistence of contradiction’s haughty slap to my face. Well you might as well wipe away that vindictive smirk, you abstract plague....
SO TOTALLY READY TO WRITE THIS ESSAY RIGHT NOW.