the beginning of a new semester.
i was slightly anxious about gaining instructor consent for an italian class, but all went well and now i am nice and relaxed.
yesterday was a very nice day.
the way i smile around you causes my heart to forget about that stinging wound it still has the burden of carrying with it. i bet your lips tasted like licorice.
content not knowing what my future holds: joy found in the permeable distance spanned with my eyes closed, chin tilted towards the man in the moon, late night walking through a parking lot alone.
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