It leaks through the cracks of condensation.
Iambic meters of gravity;
falling, falling, falling.
It’s a daily grind.
Vitamin D, no citrus or supllement can satisfy,
I crave the taste of solstice.
Triple digits, no less.
With worries smaller still.
And I miss it.
The smell of summer.
The sound and feel of you, love.
This world is incredible. I want to explore it, and learn for myself. I want to be alone from it all,—get away. Forget it all and discover.
»a greater sense of adventure
to try new things«
to do something for myself«
»to know where I want to go, even if I don’t know how to get there
to be kept accountable«
»to be able to love myself more
to do something that scares me, everyday«
»to be taken care of
to respect more, and be respected more«
»to either take things seriously, or not take things at all
»to be earned, not just given away
»to grow older, but not grow up
to do more«
||SUMMER 2012;; Bring it||