I'm wearing size thirteen basketball shoes and laugh at your fishnets i'm freaked out and fucked up and I'm standing alone in an alley with you wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups but instead I close my eyes the needles are numbered so I'm writing you letters and I cannot disguise the fact that I'm nervous when we are together and so I fantasize that the nights will get shorter and the days will get better.
found this pic of you. the caldecott tunnel is a mood killer. hope to see you soon.
Love, Sam
P.S. I mustn't forget when I see the sun set that tomorrow it will rise again.
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