Photo: Jesse Untracht-oakner
The heat of the afternoon makes my brain numb. I am waiting for the rain, the rain, the rain... there have been so many questions about the choices I have made in life so many this past month, I found myself becoming self inflictive and down. This is not a way to think, Is it that I am growing up? My mother usually laughs when she says those words while looking at me. I feel PERFECT for myself. I am as childish and as old as possible everyday.
