2001-04-30 :: 7:58 p.m.
These temperatures make me nostalgic. I won't say what I'm really thinking. I'll only say that a certain song and this goddamned stellar night makes me imagine things differently. I can only say I like these days, even throughout what they stir up in my head. I can only say that I will try to contain this sprouting of something growy on my insides for as long as I can before its roots start poking through, circling my exterior, and there you will have it, the whole of me, my insides out, and in the open. What will we do then when I have become so obvious? What will we do when the summer makes everything so much more apparent? |