Sitting in the grass, not itching, just vibing. Drawing from life. Studying the dimples in my friend’s face. Recalling all the times I laughed so hard my chest hurt. Thinking of the friends who did that to me. Noticing the details of art that are usually glossed over.
I wasn’t put on this earth to struggle. I’m not part of “the hustle”. People not saying what they mean. Playing Mario Party alone against the CPUs. On rentals. Moving again. Making friends again. Moving again. Making friends again. Friends moving away. Budgeting the cents of a fast food meal. Keeping track of who owes […]