The same words keep rolling around my interior monologue
"I'm so bummed out."
No explanation for it
But I guess I miss my friends.
I guess I miss my boyfriend.
I guess I hate my classes
And there's no Linguistics this semester to pacify my boredom.
I'm in a spring funk
Waiting for the snow to thaw
And the trees to bud
Into the glorious Alaskan summer
So I can freely run around the wilderness
Hugging trees
Rolling in dirt
Hiking with dogs
Smoking a joint on the edge of Campbell Creek gorge where no one will ever see me.
Watching salmon swim
And checking out my kickass ripped arms from all the exercise.
But for now
I'm still just flabby and pale
And I miss...

Everything.

03/01/2005

Posted on 03/01/2005
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi