I begin to have trouble around the fourth day. I clench my fists and eat far too many apples. I cannot help myself and laugh at the terrible green dresses your mother keeps in her closet. I want to buy your father a drink.
“Just so is my soul like a river that loves you. It is still at times and reflects your image deeply and calmly.” – Soren Kierkegaard
Currently Listening To: The conversation of the people next to me in my left ear, Joy Division in my right.
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