i've spent the day watching the snow fall from my large glass viewbox on the eighth floor. it is so white outside i can't see most of the city and i live in it. i've been sewing and listening to gentle voices and wanting to be with everyone and all by myself at the same time. today is beautiful; accept that. come drink chamomile tea with me.
i've added to my list of things all future loves must love in terms of sound. kimya dawson - reminders of then.
i'm ready to go out in the snow soon.