[my body is a wonderland]

my throat is sore.

60s to 20s to 60s to 20s, and a weekend of partying is to blame i suppose.

my heart is full.

i opened up. i let you in. all this time i spent fearing that you'd run. i always fear that. but you stayed. you reached out. you love. and i smile.

my head is floating.

one of the best weekends of my life. of course i would follow that up with a night of unexplained melancholy. chalk it up to my chicken little syndrome. perhaps one day the sky truly will fall and i'll take comfort in knowing i was right all along. someday.

my eyes are wandering.

i want to move, to a delux apartment in the sky. or a loft with exposed brick. or a house in the country. i tend to have problems with the making of the decisions. i want a new job. i want to go back to school. i don't know what i want, other than a fresh start.

my skin is cold.

i want some sunshine. i want some warm air. windows down, my latest obsession blaring on the radio. and flip flops, sweet sweet flip flops.

listening to:
you say . vertical horizon
(i forgot how amazing that song is)