Growing older, but not growing up.

Signed my "petition for graduation" papers
a couple days ago.
One page asked what my plans are
for after graduation.






Fuck.



(the video: loop like crazy).

You can never overdress.

I have dreams.
And we edge closer
to them.

Sudden and striking.

To you,

I am seasonal.

Just like when
the rain drops
and the leaves fall.





So dramatic and refreshing,
but soon enough
you get weary
and want the snow.

Say what you will.