nine september
twelve : oh-nine p.m.

she sent a postcard.

"i often wonder how it is that you see the world. you make the mundane seem dazzling and extraordinary. i often envy that. [in this photo], the eye hidden behind hands and the mouth's contortion reminded me of you and the way i perceive you to think. i feel like i know you so well but in some respects you still baffle me."

and i read it a hundred times. and i still think that i see things and say things just like everyone else does.