wish i could read thoughts. or i wish people could read mine.
i feel like i have to blink more lately. i think things are getting too heavy for me this month and i can't quite take it all in. i wonder what it would be like to be friends with my grandma when she was 18 and i wonder if anyone else in my family has ever been as reckless as me. i wonder if i'll ever see her again. and i guess i also wonder what comes over me when night turns to dawn.
exhausted on the state lines. my biggest comfort are the august cicadas, among other things.