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journal forty-two.

two hours before sunset I’ve realized that’s my favorite time outside, at my new place maybe old to some, but new to me on my balcony, overlooking my city I’m swinging swinging swinging swinging more like softly rocking actually I’m softly rocking on the only thing I have out here— one sole hammock and theContinue reading “journal forty-two.”

journal forty-one.

I cannot describe how much I love this Sitting outside, raised stories from the ground Hammers of construction for new, unmet neighbors Whistles of the train leaving the station below Staring at the city an arm’s reach away She is begging me to call her home As if she is all I will ever knowContinue reading “journal forty-one.”