It is funny and annoying at the same time that I can even recall the events of this same day 5 years ago. The fullness of the high moon and the melancholic atmosphere that enveloped my entire system are the only things I could remember. The bitterness is different in some twisted sense, and still I laugh. I laugh because I am angry, at myself more than anyone else.
All the world loves a clown
- Kendii
- I'm an MA student on leave, a whiner, a great pretender, and your next best friend from hell. I write for oyster mushrooms, broccoli, oregano and chocolates, for dresses thrifted and otherwise, for sadistic tendencies and the little boys, for full moons of the last 5 years, for the downpour that never goes away, for stolen gazes and fragile hopes, for letters that will only be read once, and for the "us" that there never was.