or more accurately, the middle.
no-one ever writes poems on the middle. though when drawing a play synopsis in colours and pictures, not words, the middle is the loudest, tallest part.
today feels like change. there's people coming and going in my life. where and when i don't know. but the change is happening. it's mid year and that means that there's only a year and a half left until i can sleep, paint, drink and read as much as i like at all hours of the day and night. it's wednesday and that means it's only two days till the exchange student gets here.
it's a middle. the middle of everything.
resolution come soon.
the story of my life would make a pretty awful novel. the plot's all fucking over the place and the characters are so incomplete and unbelievable.
listening to my brother play the intro to come as you are overandoverandover is not as exciting as it may initially sound. neither is working in a supermarket. neither is behaving as though one were an overgrown 12 year old girl.
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