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@awawadad
typical stoned black and white serious selfie
Graduation
My final weeks at state school are underway. An entire chapter of my life is ending and I’m not entirely sure how to feel about it. I’ve learned so much in the last three and a half years. Between class lectures and personal experience, I’ve grown as both a scholar and a person. I’m proud of how far I have come in the last few years.
As eager as I am to turn the page, part of me wants to witness it all again. I want to go back to every moment when I felt uncertain, remind myself of how capable I am and tell myself to stop worrying because everything will turn out right in the end.
I just finished a 2000 word essay on mineral formation.
Blah
I cut and dyed my hair today.
I’m not sure what my hand is doing.
Belonging to 6′s
We spent the last 6 nights
somersaulting in the sheets.
On this damp dark day
you closed your car door,
blew a kiss, and
drove away from me
for another 6 weeks.
Less than twenty four
Less than twenty four hours until I’m in your arms. Its been over a month since I’ve been in an embrace. the lack of Oxytocin is making me bitter, I cannot wait to mold into your contours.
When we’re together again, finally, I will study every inch of your body and brand it into my hippocampus. That way, the next month and a half left I have without you flies by as fast as these next few days will.
Visits
He’s coming to visit in 2 days
I am eager and for some reason terrified.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt his embrace.
What if I’m remembering it all wrong?
Once the chill of late night
starts to bite,
so does the bitterness.
Lack of oxytocin,
I wonder when
I’ll feel your touch again.
Late September, liquor
helps me take detours
and remember your contours.
Distance is measured in miles.
Time is measured by seconds.
Our love is not quantifiable.
‘merica
Musical Language
These notes, chords,
provide no escape.
I am trapped within
The fret markers.
September Slumber
Once the cold starts to bite
so does the bitterness
I’m not sick of us or over this;
I’m tired of the distance.
I know what we have is worth the fight,
despite all these sleepless nights
wondering if you’re alright
or if you need my assistance.
Pen cap to parted lips.
No morphemes or semantics
in any of this.
Moments
Ya know that moment when beer
stops tasting like beer?
Or the moment you realize
you love the taste of beer?
That is the best part of my day.
Not my morning shit, or shower.
Not my first cup of coffee,
Not the first cigarette of the day.
No.
My ‘day’ enjoyably starts and ends
with that first turn of a cap.
The first sounds of carbonation
escaping from a confining can.
My day starts,
as my mind escapes my body
one sip at a time,
I’m never entirely sure where it ends up
DeRpin’ right now
I am drunk, sad, high, content, nostalgic, and bored all at the same time,
Phone calls
It was nice to be stoop kid for awhile.
I sat shoulder to ear, picking at blades of grass.
The sound of your voice like fingertips on stubble.
We talked for hours, debated and revered the future.
I miss you dearly