after memoirs.

because today i dreamt of lollipops, mimosas and bellinis.

everything froze.

here’s to not knowing how to translate whats in my thoughts to paper.

jinglebell winter mountain birds.

so today we have a glass of red wine, love on our faces and a dirty white macbook and all we ever know is that we’re having a good time.

prolonged sun spokes.

the problem with me is that when i’m excited about something, i spend the whole day being excited about it and forgetting everything else.

and we notice the small things.

sometimes we would like to feel that we have the power of a monster.

sorry but that’s my moniker.

cats cuddle and sleep all day and we should just all be cats.

/ who are we to say.

i think it’s most appropriate to say that sometimes i dont feel anything at all for the things i’m supposed to.

/ build to operatic.

we keep bottles of fish to create an intensity that becomes impossible to describe.

/ fightless territory.

not that you’ll know, but i always wanted a jar of fireflies.

/ when at first, at first.

i knew when my body hurt, i knew it when i woke up in the morning and my throat hurt and i couldnt say a word.