i bury my eyes into the plumpness of my arm, recalling all the ways i felt today.
woke up in disbelief because i didn't think the sun could rsie without grandma to shine for.
spent my morning aimlessly pulling words from thin air and scribbling them onto my psychology final
my afternoon was fairly non existant.
my evening was exhilirating and joyful, magical and full of the best kinds of friendship
my night so passionate- yet empty. and lonely.
now i'm just tired. and restless all at the same time