it was straight out of the books — sunshine, crisp grass, sweet strawberries, cheap wine drunk straight from the bottle, a funny blanket that i couldnt help but laugh at. as i recall, it was an afternoon brimming with pouts and angry glares, but lukewarm air and gusts of leaves take care of such things. i fell asleep briefly and i loved it. lucidity can be so awful, and it’s nice to escape it even if momentarily.

dedicated to kakicucuklangit!

forgiveness is a funny thing.