the absence of field

entire days feel like the shoving of feet into sand- not so fuzzy socks, granulated, salty without tasting the salt, but rosy enough to pretend there are freckles peeping through ur cheeks, is warm, is bright, is sunny, is honey. 

pals are prospering in their own paths, there is so much happening sometimes i feel like i cant contain the punctuation marks in my chest !!!!!!!!