is it the truth or is it a lie? i think i'll let you decide
four days of near unbearable heat and humidity, the majority of which i spent on my knees gathering bruises to my legs like wildfire will take to dry brush. paint managed to find its way to the spaces between my toes- from the smallet to the biggest. i spent a good deal of time just thinking- thinking about a lot of stuff here and there.
i thought about how i haven't mailed anything to one of the best persons i have ever met in almost a year. she reminds me of blackberry pie with ice-cold vanilla ice cream melting beside it. when i think of her, i remember a million happy moments which include everything from popcorn at the drive in to long days at the beach topped with warm food to midnight confessions to chocolate cake on her mother's kitchen ceiling.
fours days gave me four years of memories.
i'd think i'd like to fall back into it i think.