glittered steadily; i'm tangled up,
filament turns like rollercoasters which never stop
(ring around the roses, up-down, up-
down, we all fall) a stomach clenching fist
(in my darkestdays and darkestnights i cling
to the thought of you, your
perfect beauty and my
i dream slight dreams of night-time kisses,
below stars that smile,
my heart is the size of my palm, folded up and closed tight,
i hold you, grippingly, a seal on an envelope; but
the tighter i squeeze, the more you run away-
my fingers are sieves,
and you slip through.
This would be exciting, I think. And I think I need to go back to writing again. I don't know, I think that college has changed me more than I think it has. Today was lovely; I stayed in bed until 11, did some microecon and watched some Big Bang Theory, went to Walmart. Days like this- all dappled and lightly sunlit, my fingers entwined with yours, quietness, laughter, ease. I miss this so much during the school week.