Apr 15, 2010 13:42
I'm getting a strange, sad sense of pride
sitting in my living room
on this beautiful overcast day
drinking my first cup of coffee.
Tim brought me a pound of starbucks coffee
and bran muffins.
My mother says he's sweet on me.
It reminds me of the 1940's and I like that.
I'm sitting in my new living room
with Nelson
listening to the String Quartet
as he plays BlazeBlue.
It's incredibly relaxing
and I can't remember the last time
I was feeling like this.
It's a bitter kind of happiness.
I want to wash the taste of Jason out of my mouth
but there are still things here that remind me.
My head is squashing my heart.
And I like that.