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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

i guess i should post now.  april, and my last . . . wow, six minutes of being 20.  five.  four.  april, and it's tired eyes and smoky haze, watching the clouds all shift at once outside my giant window, lying in bed in the moonlight.  two minutes.  lack of connections, loneliness.  power/vulnerability.  longing, longing . . . drowning in schedules, time mapped out as if they owned it, owned me.  wanting to sit, just sit for a long while and breathe in and look out again. 

one minute.

and i wish i could feel the beauty again.  i wish i could feel it in my chest, the bittersweetness, unbearable and full of life.  quietness.  fire in the night.

wow, two minutes ago, how did that happen?

well, happy 21 to me.

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