3.14.2005

i'm tuckered as hell.

3.08.2005

some stupid things sadden me and i dunno why.
something fragile and soft b/c i am yr lady.
today i saw purple mountain laurel on my walk to school. my gray bag, my moleskine, my tech pen and the adventures of kavelier and clay.
the environment has felt so highschool for lack of a better explanation and i don't want to go to the house that doesn't feel like home. i want to steal this brown marker and draw all my thoughts out until my goosebumps stop prickling.
i just wanted to feel pretty.
i love chocolate brown.
toru talked about creating a new world and may claimed it isn't possible. but i'm more dependent on the idea that it is. that some day i will rid myself of me. and by me, i don't really mean it.
i just want to surround myself with soft things that cover me. like blankets i close my eyes and bury underneath b/c i miss your chest as my pillow.

3.04.2005

my arms are cold underneath my sweater and everything is so quiet. our wooden letters were arranged and spelled out everything we thought though that seems so far away. soft clinking and kitty's eyes are pressed shut. the rumpled sheets are only mine.
the trees branch like neurons to the sky and i wish we were in london.
you and me, my dear, we are lovely.