I didn't ever write a
Journal entry about last Wednesday night.
It was strange, the dampness
In the air and the cough in
My throat, and the whole world felt
Empty and deadened.
She didn't really want to
Go, and I guess I didn't either, now
That I think about it, after
All I could have been writing a paper.
But I had my alterior
Motives, which fell through and
I wanted to get out of the
House, to clear my stuffy head.
So we walked, like two girls who
Can survive on their own mistakes
And then after awhile
We walked back.
But we walked to the little
Playground instead of home because I guess
For nine-thirty at night we were
Both a little unsettled.
And we talked about God and I
Looked at the leaves on the
Pavement and thought about how different the
Uniform Methodist windows were from ours.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
I didn't ever write a
Journal entry about last Wednesday night.
It was strange, the dampness
In the air and the cough in
My throat, and the whole world felt
Empty and deadened.
She didn't really want to
Go, and I guess I didn't either, now
That I think about it, after
All I could have been writing a paper.
But I had my alterior
Motives, which fell through and
I wanted to get out of the
House, to clear my stuffy head.
So we walked, like two girls who
Can survive on their own mistakes
And then after awhile
We walked back.
But we walked to the little
Playground instead of home because I guess
For nine-thirty at night we were
Both a little unsettled.
And we talked about God and I
Looked at the leaves on the
Pavement and thought about how different the
Uniform Methodist windows were from ours.
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