will the wet always stay in there-- noting the snow on my hair, still, after minutes inside. part of me hopes it will, always, be in communiion with the...what is it...keratin.
i wish riley would come home, and i wonder about our parallel lives, while wondering about the melting, frozen water atop my head.
we don't get major snowstorms, or inches of snowfall anymore, because of the crisis. i love typing drunk when i get home from the bar-- where's the one from that one night? i mentioned it again hours ago...being too cheesy, not understanding it'd be final words.
on two occassions tonight i spoke of not being able to understand my blog. it's good. i have decided. on art.
i thought to clean my room just now when i walked in it. i found, and turned on, my bluetooth speaker. found, and grabbed, my computer from the kitchen-- unpleasing to use my phone to play music while it is charging, chained to a particular spot on the bed by riley's charger i haven't given back. i hung up 2 coats, moved another from one spot in the closet to another, to signal its lack of use. all a system. put on a third L.L. Bean hoodie jacket. mmmm. the top i wore tonight telling stories i cannot yet read in full.
lyrics from tonights' jam:
Have we ever thought about trying that?
making the torch real
When the roads are the most dangerous
tissue turns into a meal
it doesn't say
but young
it doesn't say
but young
foggy morning guardrail low
how was i supposed to know?
no one could tell you what i know
intro from yesterday's jam:
What's the point of knowing God if you don't follow them?
Is there a place anymore is shelter all we get?
Does a life exist with reason to belong?
Could contents fit or will everything slip off?
i appreciate that the flower stem on my bedside table stays alive. i appreciate quick venmos, and squaline oil. i appreciate owning 2 guitars and getting overheated. the art I've hung above my desk is a blessing. busyness, too. oh how reconnection...oh how laundry is such a chore. everything will be beautiful forever-- confirmed. part of it is being angry. part of it is loving. in that unique way. let's undo under the weight of a heavy blanket.
my love to ipas, the avenue, melodies and chords, children, the history of education and being young, my history of education and being young,
kate
still 23
nearly 1am on a tuesday night, how marvelous,
dec 2/3
period day 1
with love to you too
<3