I’m kind of all jumbled up in feelings and boxes right now.
I’ve successfully moved out of my dorm and into my room at home, so that was weird. What’s more I find myself on the tail end of a bad run of emotions.
The usual not being able to correlate my reality to my emotions, or vice versa. And what’s more I can’t seem to clarify these feelings even to myself. So that sucks
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I keep replaying it over and over trying to make the memory stronger and more vibrant. But it doesn’t seem to be working. I still can’t remember just how much my body temperature escalated. I’m not 100% sure where you placed your hand on my face. I’m unaware of whether or not I even moved my hands. I think you smiled afterwards… then again, I can’t remember. I hope I smiled too. I seem only privy to the basic facts:
1. we were in your car
2. you kissed me and I tried to kiss you back
3. after that you dropped me off at my dorm
4. i think you’re pretty cool I guess
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“Bookstores, like libraries, are the physical manifestation of the wide world’s longest, most thrilling conversation.”
— Richard Russo
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My head is back on straight.
My heart is standing up again.
My feet are firmly planted.
My mouth no longer burns of liquor.
My eyes have cleared of debri.
My ears have stopped their ringing.
My hands have patched the scars.
My skin has soothed the burns.
…. “again?” my Mind asks. I already know the answer….. yes.
