(i think i write more when i am alone)

[libellulefille]

I remember when all I needed to be happy was Berkeley, a dog, my best friend and an afternoon in which we had nothing to do. That one afternoon her dad kept trying to tell us things we should do, but all we wanted to do was nothing because we could. Because we knew that somewhere we would appreciate this day that we could just lay on her living room carpet, stare at the high high ceiling, and think, talk. Her dad just didn't get it, he couldn't seem to comprehend that we were not bored, that we were perfectly content. What I wouldn't give for that moment back. For the lazy Berkeley afternoons with a dog on my belt loop, barefoot.

I am ok though. This is where I am now.