six september
four : oh-five p.m.

strangers leaving their group of friends to chase down and compliment other strangers ("you are so beautiful..just telling you").

and friends becoming strangers, and wondering how you're doing. if you still take a nap at eight p.m. every day. if you still steal chocolate covered strawberries from the jars along the wall.

and those days (these days) when i'm feeling okay. but the words are still coming out too fast or too slow or not at all.