Soda won’t quench your thirst (and neither will I)

writing

So much thirst and you’re looking at me like  I am a water fountain. It’s uncomfortable. Every time I sit down to write I realize just how much of an adventure every day has the potential to be.  My retail job is cutting hours and the communal way of life is becoming more and more difficult to manage but bonding experiences and moments in a shower with all of our clothes on surrounded by friends squirt-ling water at each-others faces reminds me its all worth the struggle.

A night that ends in tears and involves poetry, introspection, art and laughter and music by alt j. I have no real regret.  JUNE 26TH. This is something I just found in my drafts and I am going to share it with you all now. 🙂 If you have a strong thirst, drink up. Life is too short.

That night was pretty dramatic, exploratory and very fun in retrospect. I wouldn’t trade these memories for anything in the world. The art we made was wonderful and the conversations we fostered were irreplaceable.

We stayed up until the sun rose and enjoyed every ounce of being 23 years old. Young. Twenty-somethings.  Wired and creating energy out of thing air like most artists do.

Maybe we did too many psychedelics, maybe we did just enough. Following string into the night. Letting the moonlight guide us through suburban hell.

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