twenty-one january
one : fifty-two p.m.

"looking out from nowhere, taking in a view. i see an endless highway between me and you."

it isn't that far away, i'll keep telling myself. day by day by day. i'll make it, and then i'll be there for a week. and we'll spend nights camping in back yards.

"i miss you already. it'll be ok. it'll be ok. i love you."

music : "looking through the glass" by ida
literature : hampshire packet
fixation : war and peace