there’s a streetcar named desire somewhere. isn’t it frustrating how summer changes to autumn? i sweat in my lessons. i don’t know how to wear my hair. the days feel long and yet so short and i haven’t blinked but god has it been that long? and somewhere somehow that autumn is only there for a moment. it’s only one september afternoon when you sit and feel sure of what you’re doing. everything feels real. it is real. autumn is dancing alone in your garden. autumn is hours unaccounted for ( writing in my room ). autumn is so much more than i could have wished for, yet i am still confused. it sits with me constantly. memories playing back again on a little iPod. we read each others palms as a joke, god it’s really dark i can’t see properly but i’m enjoying myself. autumn is here and i love it. i miss you summer. you weren’t what i thought. i miss you all the same. i miss you all the same.
i guess what i’m trying to say is that some
loves never leave you. they make a home in the back of your dusty shoe and eventually you forget the shoe is there. and when you remember you just toss it in the bin.
i’ve gotten confused again.
i guess all i’m trying to say is that i’m glad things happened the way they did.
don’t call me back. i’m at home now, please don’t.
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