twenty-seven january
one : forty-nine p.m.

it actually felt right last night.

him, laying on the bed, talking like he did before everything, after everything.

her, rocking in the pink chair, a burst of laughter every few minutes, a running commentary on his ramblings.

the string of lights on the wall, the window open, the cold windowsill.

but there is something better.

music : "feel good hit of the fall" by !!!
literature : becoming vegan by davis and melina
fixation : tea; vegan.org