watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
light means nothing when your mind is dark
dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
š½šøšŖ
āi feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very aloneāāweāre all alone, reva.ā
-my year of rest & relaxation
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didnāt realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.ā
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
life flies by, especially the bit thatās worth living
paris, france š„
Ā« ainsi va le monde. ce nāest pas am fauteĀ Ā»
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
doesnāt the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
ohh sheās pretty with the sunset in her hair
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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