when you are not, the roar of rivers is not lucid. The valleys are scribble.

[ascreamingcamel]

whooo, i really needed that weekend.
thanks for sharing everything from
brown rice to spider smells.
you thought in numbers alot,
"mayhap" because you are good at math(polynomials).
a fallen insect wing,
some shared tears, mysterious bruising
and failed attemps at sleep
will hopefully be enough in memory
for two weeks?
i feel way better about what is real.
thank you.