I remember the mood rings I placed on the swamp cooler vent just to watch them change color. I remember the backyard swings in the sandbox bigger than anyone else's. I remember the mood swings of my mother pacing the floor as she rehearsed her argument then to plaster on the smile he kept in a jar my the door for her.
I remember the hot summer days. I remember steam. I remember the hot steam from a heated argument.
I remember Micheal. He's the one that jumped the second story window to the trampoline. I remember bubbles the ones filled wih grey fog. I remember I had no appreciation for music. Now Micheal Bublè fits the other part of my heart.
I remember the candy in the peppermint place the swirls of rainbows and spheres of pink. I remember my dad telling me about telepopmusik in his jaguar. I remember the candy-coated response when I told my mom I'm not lds.
All of your love was all that I needed.
I remember the needles the pine needles in the tree shaped like a house. I remember the needles I sewed my jeans with.
I remember the needles.
From. every. single. immunization
I remember when you told me I wasn't gay Alena is hot and forgot it ever happened.
Showing kindergarteners that gay people can get married too is wrong.
I remember the moment lana del ray was my only friend.
I remember Ke$ha.
I remember Ke-dalluh-sahin-ha.
I remember when my mind was blown. Blown into my lungs. A breath of fresh air.
thank you Mr. Nelson
I remember the paper airplanes.
I remember being one step ahead but usually a mile behind.
This is the most fun I've had in a long while. I'll be writing more.
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