i wish i could type sounds and smells. like this song by death cab and trapeze swinger by iron and wine and the smell of apple crisp in my house and my cold toes. i wish i could type these feelings. for a long time i thought like that, like how could i possible type out feelings and put them into words and the awful thing is that it felt too big, too difficult and i forgot that that's what i had been doing and practicing since i was 7. i know how to type feelings.
you're only across town but it feels the furthest away you've ever been. my toes ache for your warm sock feet, to rub against them under the down comforter while we make each other erupt in giggles and settle back down inside your arms. my chest misses the smell of your skin and cologne and how they mix to create a new perfect smell that's just you. i miss the way that smell blooms roses across my chest and neck even though it is embarrassing. my fingers are colder not wrapped in their clothing of your curls.
ugh i don't know i guess i'll just keep writing every day no matter how long or how shitty it is. what.ever. it'll come back to me i'm sure
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