Melting under ice.

Young men
in crop tops
running shorts
and leg warmers.


What haven't we seen done today?

Enough.
That is what we haven't seen.

My legs turned black under the sun today. I had to return inside after my neck couldn't bear perspiring onto the pillow any longer. I sit inside, melting under ice- not used to this. It isn't as hot as it could be. The day is dying, the air is cooling, and maybe I will feel better in a few minutes. Maybe a cold bath is in order?
So much to do.
To unpack.

What a boring, tedious chore.
I am leaving this place in two weeks.
I am beginning to feel I live out of suitcases.
If only I could manage with one small case.

Maybe I will do that when graduate?

Take a small bag and hop around from town to town.
Sounds like a dream
an impossible reality.

Melting under ice.
This slow moving glacier crushing me- I want to break through. It is going to pass soon. Oh, so very soon. I am waiting. 14 days.

I need to clear my thoughts and make a new entry.

Hej hej,

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