Tomorrow is Monday, and after that it’s going to all slowly come together or pull apart and soon I will be dreamdreaming when you are daydreaming, and I am getting good at this. I am being asked to go in a dozen different directions by everyone and it feels okay; just keep stretching me out even more. We can reach if we try hard enough. Tempus Fugit. Tempus Fuckit. I am claiming all of this chaos and learning to feel grateful and high between anticipating panic, but my favourite is still that awful feeling of privacy - still making giant thick walls against the rest of the world for fun and, um, just in case.
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