im less than a month away from 17 / i feel aged, sagging. though ive never truly been undead / i have days and days unwritten / i contextualize the abstraction then slip out of context / someone said to me a few days ago they wished their ribs hurt because that makes them feel real / why's it so hard to feel real / none of us are real so we seek out its feeling / we talk about murakami and colourless tsukuru tazaki and faith and believing for our last month together / i feel ready for a parting now / i am inviting it / a day feels like a week / the month like 6 /
march 19
