What I want most right now is to slowly give you my heart over many, many conversations and late night restaurant runs and watching the sun set. I want to learn all about you and care for you. I don't know why I want this, or who. Perhaps it's because of the weird dreams last night, combined with an incessant need to be productive and work hard, combined with no motivation except to sleep and scroll aimlessly.
It's a little chilly today, but not freezing. I should be studying now, but instead I'm not. Later I'll cook pasta primavera, for my roommates, and some for a friend who took me shopping and helped me find everything. Tomorrow is my Creative Writing final. I need to turn in a ten-minute play. It's not done yet. I'm not sure I even like what I have so far. Wish I could have used the one that I started writing ages before discovering that we'd be drawing actors, titles, and settings from a hat.
Perhaps I have an idea. For the play. One both tragic and horribly funny. Maybe it will work. Maybe.
Some days are out of place with the rest and so are some people on these days, like whatever puzzle piece I am changes shape and doesn't fit on these days. Today is like I woke up this morning, slowly rising to the surface, slowly realizing how weird that dream actually was, no matter how nice it was at the same time.
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