"dissolve/fade/wipe/pan/back to 9th grade"
all these romantic ideas, ideals, desires, and no way to judge if they're real or imaginaryi should just dissolve into a poem, then laugh and break something
i don't know how to make feelings into words, and this bothers me greatly. i want to go into seclusion and write, but then i'd have nothing to write about.
i should go into film or photography. or sending brain waves to people so they'll know exactly what i mean.
