incoherent thoughts of 10/26
Life has become repetitive again, but it’s not the kind of repetition that I want. I want a schedule. I want a life full of nothing or a life full of love. I don’t want this life—the one filled with preocupations and tasks that do not hold any meaning to me.
God, sometimes the nostalgia kills me.
Fall. You fell into experimentation. I fell harder for you. You fell apart from your old self, and I did too. We fell closer together. We fell apart. Fall, fall, fall. The leaves fell. I think I fell in love with someone else.
Walks in the dark, late night phone calls, always alone.
Library, coffee shop, park, house. Library, coffee shop, park, house.
Black turtlenecks, texts, books, never coffee. Black turtlenecks, texts, books, textbooks, nothing to drink. Black turtlenecks, textbooks, you had too much to drink.
Back and forth, back and forth. Every day is day one. I can’t catch hold of life.
This year has been the darkest year.
