Here It Goes Again plays in my head as I plug my electric heating pad into my side of the bed. 1 Of course this is happening to me right now I thought. It seems to come at the most inconvenient of times. Today I went to a model airplane field and saw a father and son playing baseball- In a Mariners jersey, the father had been narrating each hit as if he was a commentator for The World Series.
The father pitches the ball to his awaiting son, the son takes a big step forward and almost spins all the way around. “A swing and a miss!” says the father as he spins around. Looking at them made me think of these men almost partaking in ballet.
I just took a picture of the sky to send her and she responded, “What is it?" “The sky”, I said.2 She responded with, “I thought it was a sherpa blanket.” Upon second glance I saw it - now the problem is I can’t unsee it.
You look at me the sky conscious and vast true biological Blue fifteen lemons sting of the finger brisk it is different now
I always bake cookies too long, whether that be from the anxiety of not cooking them enough, no timer is set, altitude, a spliff, the list goes on and on.
Things that surprised me recently:
EDEN - Fumes playing on my Spotify DJ
On the way down screamin'
Woah, oh, ohIf all we have is time, then we'll be alright
It's not much, but it's better than nothing
We're running on fumes, but we'll make it through the night
This AI “DJ” had said that this was a top song of 2016. In 2016 I was a sophomore in college at this small liberal arts school in upstate. That year prior it was named one of the preppiest universities in the US. and was filled with an angst that never seemed to go away. I felt hopelessly “in-something” with this person that I felt so intertwined with.
I wonder why I loved that feeling so much.
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