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Hawaii
Some sort of prolonged reverie; the sort of quiet, ominous sublime that hovers over a David Lynch film. Five hour sunsets, deep waters, disappearing. Friends; fiercely. I couldn't breathe, literally. What does that mean? Cold tile and the sort of pain that made me see colors for which there are no names. Insignificant, invisible. Longing, a ( Read more... )
Some sort of prolonged reverie; the sort of quiet, ominous sublime that hovers over a David Lynch film. Five hour sunsets, deep waters, disappearing. Friends; fiercely. I couldn't breathe, literally. What does that mean? Cold tile and the sort of pain that made me see colors for which there are no names. Insignificant, invisible. Longing, a ( Read more... )
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even though you understand everything so much better you're
always stuck trying to explain it in a way that could make sense to anyone
even yourself a couple years age like,
now somehow you are capable being able to wake up very early
and not feel tired or longing for love, and low-tide.
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