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college is great, but at the same time i'll be happy to be home in two weeks. i miss the weather, and the people, and work, and my family. i want my brother to know i love him, and that even when i'm far away i'm still there for him. my mom is amazing and i never, ever want her to think otherwise. i can't wait to make coffee for snobby la costa people, and get drunk at houses where i'm welcomed with open arms. i want to spend hours at the pool and the beach, and barbeque whenever i want and whatever i want. gnarlsbad, here i come.
& a reflection on my past couple of nights:
night lights twisting strange images
sparkling sidewalks and introspective curbs
tears for no reason and stained skirts
bruises, scrapes and burns i can't remember
pictures detailing my forgotten adventures
walking and running, failing and falling
dancing to another building
skipping and slurring and sliding
a sudden flash of deja vu
subtle traces of familiar faces
the world is closing in on me
cold tile is an escape; a rescue
and the damage is undone tomorrow