lately I've been breathlessly reveling in galaxies of unspoiled ocean currents filled with words from the souls of those I haven't met, plastering them in layers around the walls of my own.
lately I've opened so many curious doors an uncontrollable wind swept inside of me billowing loose sheets of paper to every direction imaginable and I'm not sure which door to close for it all to go away.
there's a sweet smell of summer mixed with heartache in my veins, a tide that comes in varying waves over the tips of my toes and fingertips wishing over and over again to surface the parts of me that aren't real.
there's a world of difference between imagining and experiencing, watching and listening, red wine and *** mixed with fruits of every possible color, the unavoidable oxymoron of my time in this place;
forgetting the things I wish to remember, remembering the things I wish to forget.