all day ive been off step, running into people, tripping over things, forgetting words.
i must have missed something,
ive been working very hard on my photo series, its nearly finished.
this all sounds redundant at the moment.
not what I'm really thinking.
what I'm really thinking...
is about last evening, jon and I got home at almost two.
we sat in the car and chatted for a whole hour before I realized it.
its nice to have known someone for so long
and be able to hold a discussion that isn't forced. or driven.
that just is.
he tucked me in.
I am twenty.
sometimes I feel like Im 32.
sometimes I feel like Im 7.
most people would people would agree that it never quite seems like im all there.
thats because the rest of me is wherever he is.