everyone was obsessed with summer this year
sweaty, rainy, smokey, reckless, get out of my swamp!
watching limb after limb embrace change and reject sense
trading in managed expectations for a hard time recalling what happened last week
i stayed quiet, i think i went into hibernation
i don’t know that i did it on purpose
but just like every other year, i’m excited for the meaning i find in
september
girls, this one is fr for you