today was a good day.
down a few bucks. my shoulders, yet again, are relaxed.
exhaling with my arm stretched upwards towards the ceiling,
my body feels brand new again.
dancing and laughing in bollywood.
the weather was beautiful. the windows were down and the sun was so hot on my skin. it turned a shade of pink, enhancing my freckles. this is it. there was a chill in the wind, and my foot couldn't accelerate past 40. i liked that.
jazz concert - michael boyle, double bassist.
seeing him in his element was unreal. he's so flamboyant, full of passion. Hal Corn. The pianist. I don't remember his name. Tam went with me, last minute decision, and i drove my dad's car.
There's something about coming home and being alone in this living room.
There's something I could hold onto.
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