что само
meet you for coffee at the elementary schools
only if it were this romantic. never alone, never the two of us. always props and extras around. "you remind me of it," he says. and i worship him, in a way. of course, this will evaporate. so fragile and ever-fading.
many things come back to me from my own school years these last few months. the attitude that stings, thorny words. so much angst that only triggers more angst. and nothing is healing. how sad. will they ruminate about this is 13 years too?
but about "never alone. mother mary. it's always like that?
how L. was like: what are you guys up to? when we sat down to draw.
how people always come up, ask, come up, join, interrupt, come up.
i cannot write anymore, even though I loved doing it long ago and used to write short stories during school. but i write much more than ever before in a way because of journaling.