and no one tells me where the ocean begins..
and so i come
and disappear
i feel like i can no longer
write for pleasure
i'm sick of these keys and
computer screen
and switching between windows
and charting financial aid dates
i want to scoop a hole
into the wooden floorboards
for my body to fall into
dive into the wreck, dive into the wrecki want nothing more but warmth ( Read more... )
and disappear
i feel like i can no longer
write for pleasure
i'm sick of these keys and
computer screen
and switching between windows
and charting financial aid dates
i want to scoop a hole
into the wooden floorboards
for my body to fall into
dive into the wreck, dive into the wrecki want nothing more but warmth ( Read more... )
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I'll be in nyc on Saturday.
Hope to run into you somewhere! :)
-k.
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so, as you most certainly know, we did not happen to bump into each other in the big apple..
that probably has to do with the fact that i was not in the city but instead sprawled out beneath my christmas tree with tissues jambed in my head, dizzy from nyquil and the array of lights.
perhaps next time you grace the city streets, we will find each other.
until then miss, stay wonderful.
-c
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