i want to tell you stories about people curled up against pillars, with blankets and hoodies as the sun sets listening to men walk around and chant. i want to tell you about staring at clouds, both above and below me, at different times. i want to tell you about a man who watches leaves trail after each other down streams and who loves rocks that make the water bleed. i want to sort out my head clearly here for the world to see-- things about girls... a girl... and the way things were and the way things are and the way bodies work even when you are so afraid minds actually don't. i want to tell you about hills and more hills and even more hills and rolling down hills. i want to tell you about how blisters can form blisters on them. i want to tell you about crushes every minute. i want to tell you about people who greet you with "howdy-doo" but still don't hate gays. but i'm too sleepy to be eloquent.
