thirteen october
one : oh-one p.m.

"i bought these shoes today for twenty-five dollars. they made me feel like a little kid. i'm not."

"not anymore."

"i never was."

we fell asleep with track six on repeat.

"last night, when i was drunk, before you got here, i painted this for you with my fingers." he pointed to each part: "that's you. that's me. that's a sailboat. that's a harvest moon."