i smell like bbq. if you want, you can taste the sunblock on my coverings.
today i went on something like a wounded walk. walked into mud, and sank into a lot of cold. i also sat on a yard sale drive way, with basketball, a new old sweater, and entered an infinite abyss for eight hours, but i came home to realize that it had only been two hours.
right now, i'm guised in muted colors, waiting for my room to pack itself. i'm hoping that i will come around, and start letting things get over. i keep hanging my coat, when it really needs to go in a box.
can't wait til to feel like gold, see you soon california.
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