It's hot so i get confused between this new summer and what I was last summer. Have to remember this is the new summer. step on me was last june so extremely that i can't ever listen to it again. like seconds away from everyone disappearing i didn't know what was coming. i walk to the park before dinner and write 7 pages in my journal. a dog stole another dog's ball and the dog kept looking and looking he could not be reasoned with. nose to the ground running in circles. i feel similarly like my ball got stolen but i'm not going to stop looking it has to be here somewhere i know it's here somewhere i know it's here somewhere i just had it i know it's here somewhere.