it's absolutely horrifying. and i'm scared, you know? because i'm the kind of girl who drinks juice straight out of the carton. i'm the kind of girl who lives because it's what keeps happening. and i sing because it's just what comes out.
so what happens now? what happens once the morning is barreling at us like giant rolling balls of light? we have to wake up and see, and i am not ready. i haven't gone to bed yet, and it is impossible to open my eyes.
your name is on my shoulder, and i am holding it there with a sort of embarrassed pride. i don't know what to do with my hometown and my dreamtown and my everythings that i am living in.