this morning i woke up and i was twenty and for the first time, i felt younger. surprisingly, it wasn't the coffee i drank with the old drifted friends and the puzzling way we fit together timelessly over the course of all the little stretching withering things. it was reaching into my glove compartment and pulling out pieces of my childhood. this is what happens when i rock into a lull between work and school and i wake up in a bed covered in clothes i don't want anymore. i bought a new perfume that fits the exact direction i moved in, i just need my life to catch up. can a person outgrow their sentiment? i feel like i have and that i need to buy new clothes. i just want something that fits.
your expatriette in tunis.