HOW DOES BEING ALIVE TRULY WORK?
Jul. 24th, 2024 12:04 amDear Samantha,
I am writing to you today from a shacked-up hole in the wall. I am hunched over a desk in a corner. The linoleum carpet is grayed with filth and there's a cockroach turned over on its back. I'm too afraid to touch it but there's no trash can to begin with.
Hotels are disgusting, but motels are a dream. I keep thinking about our perfect day together-- you with your sundress on, dancing in the rain like we were in a movie, except we were because we were on set that day. In reality you were sitting alone in the corner to take a smoke break, or twenty if I could count on one hand.
My nails are blistered and hands black and blue. I've been writing to you for far too long and for too many times for it to even count. There's a couple fighting outside on the street, a cat crying, and a train that goes by every 6 minutes.
I think this is the best place I have ever slept in for over 36 hours.
Straight-edged and sunburnt,
Will
I am writing to you today from a shacked-up hole in the wall. I am hunched over a desk in a corner. The linoleum carpet is grayed with filth and there's a cockroach turned over on its back. I'm too afraid to touch it but there's no trash can to begin with.
Hotels are disgusting, but motels are a dream. I keep thinking about our perfect day together-- you with your sundress on, dancing in the rain like we were in a movie, except we were because we were on set that day. In reality you were sitting alone in the corner to take a smoke break, or twenty if I could count on one hand.
My nails are blistered and hands black and blue. I've been writing to you for far too long and for too many times for it to even count. There's a couple fighting outside on the street, a cat crying, and a train that goes by every 6 minutes.
I think this is the best place I have ever slept in for over 36 hours.
Straight-edged and sunburnt,
Will