twenty-one may
ten : forty-five p.m.

thoughts last night, as i waited for sleep :

how the song made me feel like my bed was spinning and the ceiling was all radiant, white swirls. closer and farther.

knocking things over, and everything is made of wood. so i just put my mahogany cereal blocks back in their small, oak bowl, and set the table back on its feet.

waltzing. in a victorian gown, or a white sun dress.

lying in my coffin, and my hands have been arranged so they're touching my collar bone and cheek.

you. were standing near the doorway.




listen : "together or alone" by sebadoh