I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?
I’m still learning
how to just
A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
She swallowed me whole
and I drowned in her ocean
She was love, lust, and explosion
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