i'd take you to the mountains, i would take you to the sea

yesterday was full of sand and pixie dust and good chats and slacklines and guys in ballard swinging their penises around in public.
and then last night was full of mosquito bites and good advice and other people's facebook engagements.
this morning was full of popovers and holding hands and chores.
hey y'all (if anyone is reading this, i mean you too), how many times have you actually and truly been in love? and how hot is the warmest it should be allowed to get? and what's a good way to slow itching? and who's the best baseball player of all time? and do you know any good jokes?
the problem with summer is that it keeps on getting warmer and then more and more bugs come out and apparently i taste better than anyone else.
my room is a mess and so is my brain, but luckily that's allowed.

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my face is just one in many dozens
that pass, probably in a blur
marching by, in a line,
probably not so distinguishable to you
but each face containing its own universe
ready to welcome you in

which is probably dangerous if you haven't had the chance
to create your own universe;
a lot of times you can't be ready to join someone else's world
until you know what it's like to be lonely in your own.