I’m off the L.A. mood for the moment.
Slowly sliding towards the New York melancholy/hysteria, maybe because fall is so near.
Maybe I’m just wishful thinking and trying to deny all the L.A. and all the sun and desert around me.
I miss fall, I remember falling asleep late at night and waking up at 7 in the morning.
I miss playing games. I miss those September days when it was all about
“what am I going to wear on the first day of school?”
or ” which song will I listen to on my way to the first day of school?”
“will I see him, will he see me, will he ever like me?”.
The Lost & Found section of my life would look something like this :
a thousand unreturned looks
sandwhiches never to be eaten during breaks
cigarettes smoked in the schoolyard
an empty stomach
pictures by dad