Weather like melted ice cream
Weather like silence in the night
       A hand reaching behing
Weather like molasses
Weather like a fan
       Breath on his neck
Weather like the lights on during a film
Weather like gum under a desk
       Footsteps getting louder
Weather like dirty clothes
Weather like mushy pasta
       A penetrating light
Weather like over-used swears
Weather like fidgeting
       A face at the window
Weather like unpaved streets
Weather, like will you go away?

I haven't forgotten about you, my loves. It's been a whirlwind. Mystery is always best, isn't it?

Something happened. Something really bad. I need to tell someone, but I don't know if I can actually tell anyone. I'm scared.

Those that love you the

I feel so under appreciated all the time. I seriously wonder why I do anything. Why does it matter so much to myself that I have to be the best at everything? It's not like anyone cares. I hide and hide, but nobody even pays attention. When other people do things that I do regularly do, all of a sudden they're the most wonderful people alive. All the time I wish I had the fucking balls to do crazy and damaging shit, so maybe someone out there will notice me.

I am stubborn, I know.

I've returned from my far away home: the Dominican Republic. It won't be so far away in just one short year. I met someone. He's my little secret.

Signing off,
Sophia