it's past midnight, i am major drunk. have procured a few white grapes, the biggest i've ever seen, barely fit in my mouth. i'm watching the rain, but is too dark to see. cold air smells of petrichor, and there are lights in the distance
in highschool would frequent lakefront at night with girl, we'd smoke cigarettes in her car and listen to the rain, talk about whatever. she gave me film cannister filled with heart-shaped glitter, on the side wrote "xxxx's heart". she has 3 kids now, i still have the container
dreamt of a house i knew but was unrecognisable, taking care of young children who i knew were ghosts. was given a vial of dirt, nestled in the soil was pair of delicate nail cutters i'd gifted to a girl and i was too scared to look further
@sadreturns my twenties was an endless parade of psychologists and not much else, not even a psych ward romance. but there's still the future, you have time