2015.
Excited to be alone. For rain. For possibility. I like having just one outfit because it means I'm just one person. I can still walk around town at night, cut loose from everything. The last time I felt that was 2015. The time before was 2008. I want it to be nighttime forever and not talk to anyone for days. I want to cleave to the sound of a song and deny any complication in reality. I want to float along the surface, anesthetized.
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