words hit much harder than the bullets from a gun a shovel to the skull a stab in the spine~
I slept so soundly last night that it rendered me useless all day. Do you ever feel so content that it is impossible for you to do anything productive? Today was one of those days, it just felt good to breathe when I woke up (a feeling that continued the duration of the day). So I went to work, but left after an hour. And then missed class for no good reason in particular. And read most of the day in my living room. And listened to the wind.