The world
spiiiiiiiiiiiins.
Today my stomach is incredibly unstable
I’m incredibly happy
content
I want to write an eleven page letter.
I want to tell you everything.
I’m dancing.
Thinking about hair.
Wanting paper and pen and thinking in sentences that make no sense.
I’m tired
and hyper
and slowly slipping
into the empty vases
laid around the room
Flowers fading in and out
not solid
not really there
illusions?
My mind is probably too intense for you
BAM.
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