for myself.

"find what you love and let it kill you."
charles bukowski

ginger candy

discussing a kiss

fra angelico

skyping my brothers

being cold

sockos

water

coffee

apple and cinnamon oatmeal

rubber cement

chopin

letting things that I love kill me

radical obedience

dwelling on what that looks like in my life

night noises

asking why, how, when, and why not now?

seeking truth

procrastinating

night air

knowing I have an 8:15 class

dark circles around my eyes

scratchy throat

quiet

not knowing

and that being okay

doing something foolish just to remind myself I cannot take myself too seriously

the end