october's come; a bittersweet, apple-cider sort of story framed by train tracks and laced with fog. forging the evergreen wood, cutting through northwestern fields, we find a lonely, saddening sound that echoes against the pacific mountain ranges. when we stop to take in the ceadar fragrance, our breathing slows and we can hear the whimper in the ( Read more... )

i'm in lust with a man i've never met, and i'm in love with a city i've never been to.

but one day that will change.

(good bye, lovedork.
got to be some more change in my life.)

lovedork is over, chapter closed.
add me if you'd like to read this journal like walking through a museum
(seeing artifacts you know are important, but having no idea of the history behind their beauty).

i'm not deleting this-
i can't delete my past-
my history's like fire from a busted gun.

reinvention.
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