listening to this on the J this morning was magic. my soul is in need of such repair. it’s worn, torn and bleeding. just keep swimming. just keep swimming. yes, yes, dory. my roomates drunken giggle was a shining pillar and for a moment, i smiled. hey you, i have your books here. my heart is too big. my finger is still numb. each passing day i end up leaning more towards leaving. what is keeping me here? nothing. no one. my toes are cold and my dress is wrinkled. my nails are chipped and the lipstick has worn off. late night skype with you is my only reprieve.
one year ago i arrived at this house. late late at night. threw my luggage down, pulled out the air mattress and went to sleep. only to wake up a few hours later freezing. the lack of insulation in this house was new to me. i threw on layers of clothing and set my alarm to be up early enough to be the first person at IKEA when it opened.
i will toast tonight with champagne, a mini cupcake and warm blankets