Friday

in three days… in three days I will be 20. In 20 days, I will be three… in three days, i will definitely be 20. I will definitely, irrevocably be 20. I will be reduced to 20, the thought of 20 reduces me to 20, where is 20 when I scraped my knee against the concrete, where is 20 when I thought I’d never be 20, where is 20 today.

I’m figuring a few things out, the pomegranate that coagulates on someone’s nose, the disintegration of faces, the sphere that deconstructs different projections of deaths. I must get some sleep. Ah don’t wanna do homework. Have never done homework. Will ever do homework again. Don’t feel like it. I’ve stood for ten hours today. My legs have withered.

Watched the sunset with K. Autumnal shade in summer’s evening. Things happen and won’t happen again. An age passes. Literally. 20 passes. Cars pass, people pass.

Prob won’t be able to wake up tomorrow. I’m already so tired.



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