I wish there were a way for me to say all the things I’m thinking. I can’t express myself anymore. There’s too much on my mind. The more that I think about it, the more I feel this congestion. I just want to be free of it all. I can’t rely on people. I can’t rely on myself. The only thing that’s constant is this and the next.
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animal collective makes me happy.
i miss summertime.
“ I’m a pioneer, an artist, a master of my craft; and my craft is unknown. ”
me, myself & i
Barbarossa
I opened up last night to a group of complete strangers. Not strangers in the sense that I didn’t know these people, but in the sense that I had no idea who they were beyond the everyday. Then he started talking. And the room fell silent. No one looked up but me. She was crying, he was crying, I was crying. Then I started talking and the cycle began again. Not until everyone had opened their mouths did we stop. It felt wonderful. To just let go of so much in front of people who really didn’t know me was exhilarating. I felt like I had connected with her, like we could really be close now. He was sober, passive, but understanding. I spent the rest of my night taking smoke to the lungs and cold air to the back. It was a November night.
