i forgot what it was like to have
lazy summer days.days like these(i think?)
step outside, high is eighty-five
the cacophony of the fan is so unfamiliar to meafter the long cold winter
and the indefinable spring,
i forgot
about days like these.fan on high
staying inside
milky chance coming on the radio
after feel good inc.
milkshakes and comic books in the afternoon
sleeping in late and waking up slowi forgot this feeling and now i don't know what to think
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoesiaF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-