I want to be kind of a hero.
But not full-on.
It's raining.
IFLY.
Remember that shit?
Catch it in a paper cup.
Introduce me to your friends.
And everything.
I will never wear shoes without socks.
My weekends are your internal conversations.
Because you read this blog.
And you want me to say your name.
This makes me laugh.
This makes me tired.
Afternoons and evenings.
ends of songs.
My chest itches.
Your memory resembles.
I can end this now.