this must be the place
Yet, something seems off. For one, I never moved. This must be the place but, all familiar shapes my calm relies on have somehow repositioned in ways I find confusing, and scary, if I’m being honest. I’ve started to notice the presence of new shapes all around me. There are…
i don’t remember writing this note I found on my phone, the best thing I’ve ever written
Unfiltered Like kissing Miss Trisha but not hurt Love her Love people I love I I’ll. Edito later I love am But I can still party Weird that I feel the need to type when I’m high Like new girl Anxious In a weird way only when I’m like this Have to poop It nkt really WHAT IS LIFE _ Can’t wait I miss people But I’m still Alan!
is my anima. “Ah-lee-tun”. She lives inside of me. People meet the outside me, and yes, that is a sincere, genuine me. But even the most intimate of encounters … take for example, close lovers whose lasting imprints I could blindly trace with my fingertips, or formative friends who watched…
“You will need this
“You will need this to grip the edges of your frame and narrow them.” In line I know what else it’ll do. In the car I feel separate from the sun through the window. In my bedroom I feel everything. My frame naturally widens to capture more. But once daily I love myself to narrow the frame.
Somebody told me it’s possible to telecommunicate with your twin. I tried it last night. Like any night marked with anticipation of someone important arriving, the first thing I did was make my bed. I sat exactly in the middle of the mattress, seance style. The bedsprings beneath my blue…