right now the air smells like wet leaves and earlier the sun was this weird Crayola yellow and the fact that it is fall is really really a relief.
It's sublime. And I try not to overuse that word because it means something you know, like lucid does, and infinite caterwauling lust and silence. Words like love, you can use them all the time, they are generous and general and grand. Words like sublime are about a precise enveloping intricacy.
I've been trying to hold on to memories like this. Memories in general, i guess. I dont want to lose any of it. I think, shit, my life isnt jenga and i cant slide blocks out and stay standing.
It's spiderwebs, one heart-spanning beautiful fragile intricate whole.
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