WITHIN THE YEAR

sometimes i think about those days in heaviness, i was completely desperate. a wave of nerves and heavy stomach turns.
seventeen year old legs spread out on the wood floor. tiny little fingers picking at tiny words and scrambling up notebook pages.
i turned into different kinds of animals.

i wonder what you think of me. what you think of me now, and how you thought of me then.

i stayed up until my eyes were red. lapping up teenager poetry like it was all there was. testing myself and my limits, and regretting most of it.
i used to think i would turn into a whale and swim away into a thundering sky, the massive sea. i don't know where these memories came from. all i've ever wanted to do is figure them out.

colors and pictures spring up from nothing.

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