29 degrees, a normal Sunday full of lazy goodness, oversized yellow Haruko Haruhara t-shirts and definitely, 5 minute pauses between sentences as brain pathways bump and collide. All thoughts are instantly wiped out by the blue outside my window. words. the moment you feel you are about to discover something about a particular combination of words--some sort of clarity in the nebula of all things--Ah! so close...
And here for some garbledegook, because after much thought, it is, and forever will be, a jumble:
youth's conversational cadences, (what about them, and what about the you's in them), hearing the voice of the ideal in everything, equilibrium cleanse (so it happened just now), retracing steps to the emotional doors to reopen, should really plant this basil. 28 degrees, a little damp on a normal Sunday, (come on, be a little less normal), glad to be able to have a full day of meaningless marination.
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