^ from the wrinkles on my forehead to the mud upon my shoe ^

[welcometo318]

quietly picking at the scattered pieces of myself, i find my feet trapped in some pirouette, spinning rapidly and out of control. there's no place to find footing on this terra incognito. " everything's changing," he muttered through the weekend. "everything's different now," he said straight into the sunrise

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of we, with wanderlust

[welcometo318]

oh, he'll be back, he always comes back.

hopefully you'll still be around -- and you'll meet him at the coffeeshop & he'll laugh at your audacity, you'll laugh at his paint-stained shoes. & you'll be fast friends.

[snarkykt]

Thayer told me about your journal. I hope you don't mind.

[welcometo318]

ah, thayer! it all makes sense now (:

i'm pleased to meet you!