this is a pungent time.

feel it in your bones.

and let the heady scent
take

you

under.

i think it's okay to be sad

when you have to say

goodbye

to people and places.

because i think it means

they've made their mark

on you.

and once in a lucky while,

you find out

that you've left your own mark

on them.

I HATE CLICHES. SO WHY AM I DRAWN TO THEM LIKE THE MOTHS THAT CONGREGATE AT MY OPEN WINDOW WHEN I LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT? YEAH, I HAVE FIRE INSIDE ME, BUT WHO'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO TELL WHEN ALL I DO IS RELEASE A SLOW TRICKLE OF LETTERS AND PHRASES THAT BARELY EVEN SINGE THE SKIN? THIS IS NOT ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN. I WANT WORDS THAT BITE AND KICK AND PINCH AND THRASH AROUND. I WANT WORDS THAT YELL, "DON'T FUCKING IGNORE ME, AND HA! YOU COULDN'T IF YA TRIED!" GOD. HOW CAN IT ALL BE INSIDE ME, TEARING ME, TEARING ME UP, THEN WELDING ME TOGETHER, BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER BEFORE? YEAH, I WANTED TO FEEL, BUT WHAT'S THE USE IF I CAN'T SAY?

Hello, summer. I don't much believe in love at first sight, but if I ever do crash into it, it'll look something like this. Maybe it's okay to stop thinking so damn much and just let all of this wash over me. To be honest, I'm already obsessed with the way we're running hand in hand down these curving streets. I'm all about sleepless nights and bright lights, defeating perceptions and understanding individuality. I'm all shaken up inside from thsi and that but I don't much mind as long as it keeps my heart beating fast, faster, fastest. All I need is this pounding soul and lyrics to narrate this love, and here I go--off again!