instead of sitting in a dark room


I lounged in the sunlight and read Rushdie and E Lynn Harris and listening to the sounds of campus and felt the wind play with my hair and felt wholly content.

A weekend of love, family, really odd jelly beans, weird Asian movies, skirts and a fourth ear piercing. A Friday of shopping with my roommate and generally having fun. A feverish desire to be at home and be surround by the most amazing people.

A love that seems to eclipse myself and spill everywhere.


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