And summer has officially begun. I still have no idea where I’ll be for the majority of it, but it looks like I’ve got another soy-filled summer in my future. Each day the painted turtle doesn’t get back to me, the farther away California dreamin’ seems to get. Now I’ve got a stomach ache and I’m sitting in my roommates inflatable bed, waiting for some kind of inspiration to hit. 

Nope. It ain’t coming. 

I wish this year had ended on a better note, but not only am I currently alone, but I feel isolated and hurt, and a little bit confused. Alone seems like such a temporary, small word in the most cases, but today it feels like this big looming presence that’s casting a big shadow over my mood. I literally feel alone, like a visceral feeling in my gut. Or perhaps that’s the stomach ache. 

I thought writing this down would help, but all I’m doing is adding logs of bad metaphors to the fire. I hope this summer perks up. I hope I get back whatever sparkle I lost. 

LOST: One sparkle. 

Please return.