I wrote this at night, with at least one other piece, regarding high school. I think I had just woken up from what was essentially a nap (thank you, irritating neighbors and genetically-predisposed insomnia), and all of a sudden I just started thinking and I typed it all out.
A recurring theme in... I mean, basically everything I write is that my entire personhood was established through and because of high school, or more specifically, people I met in high school. Thus, I miss it.
So it is that we are - or, these days it's more accurate to say, we were - the dream bubbles. I knew we had to take flight since day one.
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RandomStupid and weird as it sounds, I forget the meaning in my pieces more often than not, and have to halfheartedly "decide" on a new one until I can remember the original intention - which, of course, can inflate or devalue said original intention and...
