I want to write an original, fresh story about a man named jasper and a woman named jemima and i want to write about their strange, simple, entanglement of love and i want to write of the feelings i have late at night or in the middle of school like how i want to run until it’s green and how i want to rip off my skin and how i want to fly through the stars and clouds and how i want to kiss until my lips are chapped. and i want to write about the places i go when i light up and take my mind to a different plane. i want to write all those silly stoner thoughts and i want to write beautiful poetic sentences about how a man loves a woman and how utterly beautiful life is.

but i can’t. eventually, i will. but right now, everything i write, though flowery and nice sounding, is so hackneyed and cliche and i just can’t get away from it. i need something to change me. i need to see the world.