i find myself loving your fair features.


i'm no good at keeping a blog.

if only i could stretch my arms wide enough so that my chest would open up

slower times, shorter rhymes

the days go by more quickly than i anticipate. they blur together in a collage of pictures, faces, colors, and lack thereof.
this house is always cold.

happy new year.
i haven't uploaded any pictures because i've been here, at becca's house.

i think i'm coming down with a cold, or something.