Goodnight, you moonlight ladies
the last of my vacation ramblings, jet lagged feelings on James Taylor and flashes of Tupperware
the last of my vacation ramblings, jet lagged feelings on James Taylor and flashes of Tupperware
There are new things standing and waiting out there, each of them a mark on the days ahead, as if they are lighthouses steering me and my most tired bones away from the rocks that might shatter us once and for all.
An act of clearing by just putting all the extra snow in scores of uneven piles that are half on the sidewalk and half on the street, ensuring that at least this way no one will ever run the risk of being terribly happy
I have to trim down my coffee intake, and it is highlighting the grip of addiction in my brain. I currently drink an amount that is shocking to anyone not similarly afflicted with the same predisposition towards self-destruction as me, but normal for those who would see themselves in ruins.
I am perfectly on time with this, which is to say I am late.