things are looking different, well, back in town. trying to get mad, and lacking the luster for it. because, okay, i am happy. sunburned and healed, saltwater bath, sun sand wash. teeveedeedeeveedee drones, who is happy to be home?
i remember memories, actively and with purpose. like a certain dress, early mornings, rain when i enjoyed it, in it, accidental mentionings of trivialities, but who could forget the fuel for a most pathetic flareup? the sun will, every day and today, creep onto my windowsill. a betterway to waste it.
