if i was a sculptor, but, heh, then again, no

[lovelyfatgirl]

I am in Eugene, Oregon. I am in my house on Donald Street. I am sitting on the brown flecked couch in the soft living room. I am staring at the painting on the wall, the red tulips and curling green leaves. Everything is so little and so much. The sun is bright and the sky is so blue outside, so blue that I get freaked, like when I look at maps or open my eyes underwater. That I feel like I'm dying I'm seeing so much.

I can only smile, anymore. The wind blows through the branches, and I can only smile. The sun burns my skin red, and I can only smile. The sun gives me life, so I can only smile. Smile in return, that's all I can offer.

Because it would be conceited to be unhappy.

I have to go frost some cakes.




I love lamp.




This is the moon one night.




Here we were at the river on a very hot day. The river, though, is very cold.




Here, I smile.