March 2012
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2012: garden parties, art, and expensive lattes
it’s funny how different a location can appear when you revisit it for the first time. constantly visions of the past are making their way through to the present day…making things much harder to endure. reality suddenly has become very poisoned by the past. mine, recently, is subject to this…perhaps it always has been. nothing can stand on it’s own right now
yesterday a beautiful human being came back home…
he’ll never know i suppose, about the way my heart quietly beats for him
