i'm just a wild girl learning how to be lost.

such a mistake to want
clarity above all things.
whats a single night, especially
one like this, now so close to ending?
on the other side, there could be anything,
all the joy in the world, the stars fading
the street light becoming a bus stop.

"leave it as messy as it is, with all the intimations of disclosure but also colored, with shades of idealism...
human beings are half mad, at their best."