20 August 2024- four in the morning, coming into a Wednesday
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I dislike my clear glasses. Could be that I don’t clean them well enough, or maybe it’s because they’re cheap, but they get all gunky where the lenses meet the frame and it makes me feel unkempt.
I’m starting to get real tired of feeling, being, unkempt. But I’m slowly digging my way out.
I’ve got contacts now which slightly give me a headache but ultimately, that’s worth it.
I hate to rush summer. But fall feels like a love that I haven’t seen in so long and I just want to run into its arms and stay there.
School is in just a week from what is technically today.
The katydids have gone and all I hear is crickets now. If I think hard enough, I can convince myself that I hear the humming of the highway.
Soon, birds will replace both and welcome the day, and everything will get so starkly blue for a little while before the color sets into the sky and is lightened by the sun.
I miss creating all the time, and while I tell myself I’m just dormant at the moment and things will pick up again in a week, I’ve been creating so little this summer that it’s hard to imagine myself back there, bubbling, unable to contain all that’s inside me.
But it was hard to imagine that before, too.