sometimesaway

its hot and i just want to sleep.

moved in to a new apartment and a friend almost breaks her hand while helping.

moved in to a new site at work.


feels like the world is an endless series of nostalgic steps up and down streaking stark strands of stairs. i want a dip i a pool, a fast satisfying lay, and bedtime.

but i fucked up the wood floor while moving out, so i have to go back and fix it. want to just be done with them, to just be here and be done with it.


blah