home sick with a summer fever and a more-fucked-up-than-originally-anticipated hand and in these moments of novel reading and plan b planning i imagine myself alone on distant shores eating with strangers and forgetting to be afraid of things. of the easiest times when no one is there for you and you don't have to wonder cause you know you are alone. and sleeping close to best friends in matching cami's and mirabelle has the best laugh and i have been sicker sunk lower and believed more grotesque lies.
i will pass my life like i pass my time thankful but burdened by this gift of living.
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