skhisma

driving home watching the wouldbe beginnings of a summer storm if it were summer. lightning slowly unrolling somewhere in the distance; wind tossing around anything it could find.

Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.

and anyway.. i have to get up early tomorrow to stalk the philosophy department office with laura to find my professor, so of course i'm going to go goof off more now.