(Sorry I haven't done this and yes it's 2017 but idk I'll update this as I please. I was stuck for awhile bc it all hurt to go over but it doesn't feel painful anymore. It doesn't hurt any longer. I've lived I've loved I've lost but life keeps moving and I can say I've learned a thousand lessons and I'm proud of seeing everything. This year is only gonna be better.)
Remember when we were all at west side park? That was the last time shit didn't hit the fan between all of us. I mean Evan is still chill. But it was me, meriah, my cousin billy, Evan, John and destany and Misti. Like yo. That was chill. Before shit got messy. It was sunny, John brought his speaker, the sun was going down. The grass was still green. He smoked. You guys played basketball and we played twenty one pilots and Bastille I'm pretty sure. And Jekyll and Hyde? I think? Lmao I found broken glass that day. I can't say I know whether I kept it or gave it to Misti. I fucking love broken glass.
Or I remember when I took Ema to Narnia during Youth. We were listening to some trap song on the swings behind the church and sorta catching up on life at that point. Then I decided I'd take her to narnia bc we had just enough time. We stepped onto the golden sidewalk on fifth street, that seemed to just drip in summer evening light and it felt great. God I miss summer. Not that summer specifically but the season itself. Summer back home. When we got to narnia we didn't have time to go in but I think we looked through the window and then stepped back through the grass. Crossing the Safeway parking lot (and once again through my old trailer court that's close to empty now), we saw Carli. Idk why that stuck. It was great. I picked up the pieces of a broken taillight on Milwaukee and she noted that she liked how I picked up bottles caps and glass and such later. She also mentioned she had half of a heart tattoo done with pen ink and a safety pin and was looking for someone to have the other half..
Idk. Idk how those two correlate but they do somehow. It's all so clear in my head, I wish you could just see it all.
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2016 Memories / For the 17 to my 83
PoetryI am afraid of not documenting this, therefore I am randomly writing a series of events that have happened in my life over this year in order to save them from oblivion. this is my life. don't expect it to make sense