I needed a good reason to write.
I fell in love with her friend
We shared a coffee
I encountered an orange tangerine kittycat
I started listening to the Sex Pistols
I was attempting to grow
I was reminded of that california summer where I found myself
I told myself to fall out of love with him
I started buying pretty clothes in loose and tight colors
I bought jewelry cheap and made them into charms
I ate candy. Skittles and chocolate and then an unhealthy amount of fruit.
I was reading poetry again
We discussed past broken hearts
(first was logical,
second was passionate,
third was a mistake)
I started delving into hasisi park and my little dead dick on flickr.
I was still telling myself not to fall in love with him.
I reached that dreamy state where everything I write makes sense. Withough the inebriation.
Drunk on life and the cosmic universe!
I miss the buttercup festival.
xoxo
miss idleglory+
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