do you remember when we were children, and we would spin in circles for minutes straight just to make ourselves dizzy?
that's how my head feels when i see you these days- it's like i can feel the world rotating under my feet- every thought, every edge blurring until they're gone, but (luckily) this paper is lined thick and your name alone is poetry.
i'm sorry it's too early and i can't think enough for words. i'm leaving in five hours to go volunteer at a camp for a week. try not to forget i exist~