To Float Away In A Blue Dress
Jul 15th, 2009 by Jennifer Lynn
Get home from work, slap peanut butter on a spongy slice of bread and scour the web for intellectual crumbs to jab into my mushy brain. Then realize I’d rather be left alone with my monsters; their stale, sunken eyes are trying not to feel anything on demand. Been writing exclusively in a journal lately and this is the gist of what you’ve been missing.
I feel like I’m in limbo right now.
Matt has been accepted into the Musician’s Institute of Los Angeles. My best friend/confidant, leaving in a few months. Not that he shouldn’t go. This dry town is snuffing him out.
Don’t fall through the stars, my darling. I’m ecstatically busted up.
