/ 05.08.03
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i dont think there is any kind of realization about what is happening to me. there are memories of road maps and excitement. there are the future heart leaping ink stains that will be there forever. so soon. im wondering when this will become even more of a mistake. i drain every fucking ounce of love i have. now i cannot hold my own. so many swarms of bees stinging and dying. stinging and dying. always in hiding. where am i going. get in the car and drive and let yourself never ever decide. 
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