words constantly fail. they do nothing but fail. this is not a pipe.

[chamomilecups]

Friday, November 9th, 2007; Snow in my hair and a sheet of ice over everything. I ran my finger through the snow on Danny's car as I ran up the driveway into the house. Roadtrip tomorrow to help Tim with his new apartment: things are always moving ahead. Saw a mediocre movie with a few timeless friends: nothing in my life has ever changed. Saw an old friend and realized that we are exactly the same people, only with a few more years to our names. Being a student of literature has never been more exciting, being educated to educate is even more thrilling. I am where I belong. I am exactly where I need to be right now and
everything
is
calm.