grab a handle full.

vous empochez le ciel pour moi tenir.

pretty birds, pretty mouths.

turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys. they learned it all from the polaroids.

hopefully washing my face constitutes for a baptism.

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crumble.

i feel like i've done the math and calculated the answers.

once again another night without blissful sleep. the weather wrapping around my toes, causing them to curl in with pain. i listen to the fan, i watch the street light flicker, together they allow me to sleep somewhat. when i awake they're both there for me, something to rely on i suppose.
so again, i'll watch the street light flicker. i'll make out the unusual shapes and shadows. i'll close my eyes, listen to the hum.
i've dreamt several times about a man. couple years older, maybe younger. pushing me on a swing, i'm holding his hand through the snow, he's sitting with me on a bench. he always offers me something comforting. something i cherish in my dreams. how i wish i could make out your face. how i wish i could. everytime i look, its always empty. when i take my bath. i always wonder, maybe if i just slip under i'll see your face and we'll always be together then. but i never want to wait that long. just me being selfish i guess.
when i was a baby. weird as it sounds. i can remember when i almost died in my sleep. i was in such a deep sleep that i drifted off and stopped breathing. mom said i wasn't breathing and my heart stopped. she woke me by tickling my feet. i love her.

punchy makes the best fruit punch.

i scrub at my face, but i can never seem to wash away the day. the people/the kids/the dollar bills.
my feet are killing me. and tomorrow i work again. that place is going to get the best of me. i can crack a joke and recieve no smile there. i don't know if people need to lighten up or i just need to do my job.
ups: i get ten minute breaks.
downs: i get old men staring at my chest.

its kinda breezy outside. not quite sweater weather, but its getting there. i'm starting to wear socks to bed again. cold weather is my favorite.

it always tastes better when its on someone else's tab.

it'd only be one time. but i should waitwaitwait. i'm so eager.

i don't want to hurt myself in the processes, so i'll just wait till it surpasses me.