twenty-nine march
twelve : twenty-seven a.m.

"if you could do anything right now, what would you do?"

"anything?"

"well, something."

"i would put on some chapstick and run downtown barefoot. and i would find his apartment and go in and sit down and just talk to him. i saw him walking downtown this evening..his head was down and his hands were in his pockets and he just looked really different and sad."

"it's possible."

"i dont want people to be sad."

"he's probably awake and i know where he lives. go up to the door to the right of the cafe and press two."

"oh, no, no..i hardly know him..i just don't want him to be sad."

music : "sunrise, sunset" by bright eyes
literature : nothing
fixation : songs