will I float away, like that balloon that slipped from a clammy hand in a grocery store parking lot?
seeping in around the edges and
corrupting every thought
okay, so, weirdest thing. I was sitting in my english class the other day, we were doing some kind of seminar thing and sitting in chair circles talking about this horrible book by William Faulkner called Light in August (if you haven’t read it, don’t). I suddenly looked down… and noticed that out of the seven girls in […]