i often wonder type hardermy pretentious brain is burdened by my lack of inspiration in this moment
i know that i have the capacities to write something profound although
all i can think about its is the pretty girl in the black dress in front
of me. She keeps me from wallowing. She keeps me from bottling. She takes
me to safe place at home in her arms, in her shorts because i forgot mine at
home. I just want her to be proud of what i write, but all i can do is
think of her here now. i love her. her name: Tallie.