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after melissa left, i went back to the apartment and listened to "all by myself" on repeat for a while. when i got tired of that, i started to read a book, but i was too fatigued to read, so i set the book down and lay there. soon enough i was fast asleep, i awoke to my phone ringing- o'malley was at my door. i spent the remainder of the day with him. it was enjoyable-- a true summer day. we went to the art festival at stone arch, and roamed around up town. later, we sat in the park and made up songs with a guitar and my poetry books i checked out from the library. life is moving much slower now. so i need to move myself.

x

i need fresh, i need white, clear and empty. all of this stuff muddles my thoughts and contorts my brow. and none of it is really even out in the open--it's floating in the air, stuffing my ears, i can feel it with all of my senses but how can i describe it to anyone else.

all i know is i need a change.