Can't tell whether it's my autumn willys, or if I'm just over it. I was over college about 2 years in, but I forged through 2 more years of late nights, silly hijinks, drinky, debauchery. I wonder if I prefer to keep to myself because most of the fun people either aren't around anymore, or if trying seems like more trouble than its worth.
I am tempted to wish for better times, but I'm not sure where they ever really were.
I welcome the willys. They make the sounds of the forest sound like the cries of laughter. And the take-take bump up against each other's silence, telling secret musik. Shut the hippy away, where she'll quit both victory and vice.
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