144. One week.

I'm rounding.

Soooo in the meantime I watch things like thiiiis. This song = me.






And write things such as this. 5 minute freestyle. Ready...go.

Can I write in the sand with a finger that will linger with every curved line as I define a heart where the grains have come together? I'm clever so i may just put initials to start an initial move to prove that I'm for real and I'll reel you in like a fish with bait but wait to take a picture to picture us in a frame next to a bed with your last name against my first and middle because you fiddle with my emotions like an out of tune piano, and I have to dismiss the feeling because I'm feeling like days aren't long enough and I'm not strong enough and then you look me in the eye and try to be sly with your "I'm here" look but look you aren't here and I lay in fear with a tiny tear that cleans my cheek from the kiss you planted weeks ago to go and make me feel on top of the world again so I sin and repent and won't let you go so I'll be damned and man, all that from sand.




Guess Girl Wonder can be a little sapppppppy like trees.