Willow’s Journal

7/1

i have flashes of visions of how i will end my second decade. hair braided loosely and in too big clothes crouched somewhere wooded eating cherries, like a feral child feasting carelessly and ravenously letting the juices stain my white shirt. i have never really liked getting messy though lately i find myself addicted to deliberate discomfort. talking to strangers, taking the long way, embracing unpleasantries. so i’m looking to enter the next decade with a freedom that comes in the form of summer cherries.