Surrounded by Vonnegut and Thoreau but I’m not interested in materialism and anti-war bullshit, I just want to learn about life and love and how to make everything more, more, more. I’m insatiable. This isn’t enough. And always I remember how little I remember, that one night in Puerto Rico as I swam in the bioluminescent bay, surrounded by stars and stars and lighting up creatures but even that night is fuzzy, and camping, when I first began falling in love with you, that night is fuzzy too, the stars I can barely remember. And I’m still searching for “inspiration.” I’m jumping off of ant infested wooden stumps, falling, tumbling, and crashing into the dirty river water below me. I’m staring at the clouds and the sunsets and the stars and the sky and I’m willing myself to feel more. But at least the stars are bright tonight, and always will be

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