someone told me recently that my writing was a bit depressing.
this is true.
that someone was right.
i think this is because i only write when i'm sad.
this is a waste.
the worlds been falling down around me lately.
but things happen at the strangest times.
in the strangest ways.
i feel like a teen again.
i feel excited.
holding hands is enough.
i have a flutter.
i have a smile.
i want to shout really loud as loud as i can.
i want to run as fast as i can anywhere.
i'm happy.
and there's nothing wrong with that.
i'll be sunning my bones in L.A. soon enough.
how things work out.
fate.
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