Mozart

i should stop being so ambiguous.

class started yesterday. and so it begins,
now,
again,
and for the last time, i think.

[can't stop, addicted to the shindig]

again with the white on black, black on white, except this time they are slender slabs of a latent talent which i dream about possessing. CDE, FGAB. marvelous, marvelous.

i like the ones that get away. i like the hunt, i like the aftermath. i like forgiving people you should not forgive, i like holding grudges forever. why did you stop talking to me? well, i to you and you to i, remember? it was all okay, because we were both in love with someone else. it was all okay, because we were both in love with someone else. an octave higher, an octave lower, but it was all okay.

then, give or take some. back behind a table, feeling like i'm doing something with my life, lying very loudly to your face, my fake dreams and ambitions rattling around against your eardrums, but shit, you got so much faith in me, don't you?

and so,
inception. commencement. chapter one.
we were never really good at goodbyes anyhow.