After consulting research, it is clear that I fell in love on a Saturday. In my mind the conception was always the more romantic version where I fell in love with you on a Monday morning. 4 AM before my first day of the second year of high school. Happy buzzing pops, trying to be quiet and sneaky, dad hearing, being mad and yelling at me to turn that motherfucker off.


Not knowing anything on a Tuesday Moon.


Tomorrow is another year, only thing I could hope for is a voice. Please, please, talk my fucking ear off about the Ottoman Empire, promise me a brighter tomorrow, a vacation, a family, a future. Sing me songs of redemption, make my chest cave in, you know you're the only one who can.

Head like a kite.
People and all their insides!