"wait...I feel the wind I think we're moving I think we're moving Not becalmed (could it be, a metaphor?) Cuttyhunk is in our past (getting somewhere at last is a sign of things improving) Not becalmed in the lee in the lee in the lee in the lee in the lee in the lee in the lee of cuttyhunk."
this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful this is awful
i'm finally starting to understand the rhythm of my friends/more-than-friends. this semester represents movements that probably should have happened last year at this time but were stunted because of voracious alcohol consumption and stymied low self-esteem.
so thanks to the twenty or so wonderful people who surprised me into reality last weekend
there are some people in my life right now who simply need to calm down. you will never be the busiest, most harried. you will never have the most hardship. so why try?