04.15.05 - 8:06 p.m.

I think that my life can fold in half once, then again. I can estimate where the creases would lie. It's a suitcase jointed like a finger. Inside is forgetting (where'd I place all my knowledge?), and outside is Headache, and the kissing that leaves me nervous. It's most everywhere that I've gotta keep on moving to keep from hiding.

I remembered all my old sadness in the last class o' the semester today and immediately fought back tears of relief. But I was already laughing at this moment, along with 17 other kids. I looked around at everyone and saw a room of time machines...run out of ticker tape but still producing shitty artwork, and radiating charm.

How could endless supplies, like ticker tape or sleeping or feeling, run out like they have?

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything