i have no words to write today.
hands have closed around my neck, and i haven't got a care.
i'm in a better place now.
i want to cry because of the sleepless nights and lucid dreams and cheap motels that await me.
i want to cry because i'm no longer drowning.
i want to cry of wanderlust and ecstasy and illumination.
i want to cry because of paris and evan and summer.
it's like i'm waking up from a good night's sleep.
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