six-something. if I remember correctly.
There is something about these keys that provide a sweet release. Something of a deep breath, if you will. Along with the melodic tones of Angus & julia Stone, I feel like I can sink and submerge into something I've always been but neglected. I don't know what it is, but it smells of home. Like fresh sheets.
I miss this.
A lot has changed recently. I guess my body is in overload. A new name, a new responsibility, no purpose or life goal.. a degree, a sold house, and a prolonging sickness all have just spun me around and left me frazzled and lost. It's not the marriage part at all. That seems easiest. Thank the Lord. It's everything else. I have nothing. I control nothing. I can't even pinpoint my own insatiability. I get moody and lonely frustrated and tired and angsty and want to be alone. All at the same time. Uncertainty.
I find it harder to type than it once was. Despite the fond clicking of keys and building of words, letter by letter.
N A Q U I N
Try that one out. I sign it different every time.
a long-awaited windy road.
//staceynichole.