finding myself in familiar places

with gravel lodged into my heels and mud caked on my stomache

ask me anything

(i've got nothing to say.)

listening to otis redding at home during christmas

i am deconstructing my room and living through first semester again.
conversely, i am nostalgic for things that have not happened yet.

rawnald gregory erickson the second says

they're called fireworks, not firefun.