change of states.

to the few people who have not taken advantage of my kindness: thank you. 

I don’t remember you well enough to draw your face. at some point I stopped being able to distinguish between you and them.

I’m so happy I danced with you the last time we spoke. I’m so happy for all of the things I’ve felt. and I’m happy to be walking on a summer night, long after my bedtime, even though it means losing track of the people I once loved so fiercely.