boi-tadeedee

come on come one, do the locomotion with me

empty

sundays.

i hate sundays. but every second of every day is always changing. i hope that... i don't know what i hope, but i will hope for it anyway.

we both know how to ruin a good day, but in the end some thing has been said. if i could split my body in half i would give one to you, wrapped in gold shinny paper. the other half i would let loose... to god knows where. and then it would be fair.

i am afraid to leave this dome , this valley. i don't know if all my decisions are the right ones, but i just keep making them. i hope in three months i learn how to breathe, learn how to breathe right. my eye lids are heavy.

i am  not one to raise the american flag, or become excited about the fourth of july, but i found this very creative: 

it felt good to swim, 

the open water seemed so empty, 

but also so full of life.

it felt good to take a nap underneath your chin, 

it seemed so warm,

but also so alive.

tomorrow, i think i will do most of my homework.

tomorrow (today), is the worst of the holidays.

tomorrow (today), i forgot how to sleep in. 

but i want to sleep so bad.

i am tired.

dear carmen,

i bought it  ! it is beauty !