stoned, checking my phone,
I am still just a kid,
nervous for basketball practice
and following my dumb heart.
honestly, this shit is like a time machine,
and I want to see what the north star
has in store,
leading us into this ambush.
thrown from a moment,
I am back and better,
but half alive,
in a million miles.
please read this out loud,
and have a little fun,
get obnoxious
with it.
our memories,
which were actual moments,
real in air and stairwells,
now in poems and pages of books.
that playlist from October 10th, 2017
is perfect,
by the way;
I added it to my Spotify.