i can't formulate the kinds of words that would, hopefully, settle the kinds of thoughts i have. i just can't. i've spent the past few hours, days, weeks, months and years, unconsciously, trying to decipher where the hell we are but i don't know. all i know is that when i drove in the rain today, on a bus jammed with people, i heard familiarity and i just stopped; it all just stopped.
oh you won't catch me around here
if only we could bottle up the best bits of existence, of our existence.
i have goosebumps running up my pasty white arms and it's not because of the air seeping into the library windows.
