i often wonder type hardermy pretentious brain is burdened by my lack of inspiration in this moment

i know that i have the capacities to write something profound although 

all i can think about its is the pretty girl in the black dress in front

of me. She keeps me from wallowing. She keeps me from bottling. She takes

me to safe place at home in her arms, in her shorts because i forgot mine at

home. I just want her to be proud of what i write, but all i can do is

think of her here now. i love her. her name: Tallie.