thinking through january mailing

oops this was a draft i forgot about

death, loss, pointlessness

patience

it's really hard to see clear material

this feels like a logical step from the stuff I made in college

i wanna be in charleston
that chilly palm tree vibe
the ocean w cold sand against a dark sky
my place in the front seat while we cross ravenal bridge

I'm a surgeon

the way someone will dare tell me not to be a stranger and YET

i wanna be anywhere