“but I won’t always be on the receiving end!”

“he never existed in the first place”

(through hallways)

(underground)

A highway got paved over my future, I drive it getting to school.

a map of the stars

Allston, Massachusetts December 2009—January 2010

aubade (morning love song)

born again so many times you forget you are

boy’s theme

bug‐infested floorboards—can we please just leave this place, now.

can’t run away

I see it too.

It’s a lot. It’s seamless.

it’s not what you think it is

orange, blue with stripes

pile! no pile! pile!

Please don’t cry, they stopped hours ago.

remember to wave (when looking down from the clouds)

the blah blah blahs

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waiting for your return, like running backwards