my limbs smell like chlorine. fridays and he came up to make crepes and give me his fortune that read: "never fear! the end of something marks the start of something new."
i slipped it into my palm. He will remember it forever, i think, but in a sadder way. in the space between now and forever, though, i will pick up pennies, stare at 11:11's, look for shooting stars and pluck four leaf clovers wishing for your happiness.
my blood is bubbling with excitement in my veins right now, for chicago and for tomorrow when i will sleep until i feel like waking up and for a pace that feels so hectic but being calm in the center for once i am becoming clear.
i have to go twitter, peace.
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