i drink a lot of orange juice.
and i mean a lot.
enough to make people think i have scurvy.

and i cook in crop tops and
paint stained sweatpants.

i recite "scars" by rudy francisco in my shower
and i cry to "if you ever did believe"
by stevie nicks often enough.

what i'm trying to say is that i am
moulding a world where you don't
physically inhabit any part of it.

"there is nothing new except what has been forgotten"

*november.25.2014 8:44 p.m.