something has been drawing me to watching a movie taking a bath and then laying in my bed until it's time to go to sleep every day when i get home. i wonder if it is because it's been forty degrees for the past two weeks or if i just want to feel worse about how i spend my time. i have been having very sad and haunting dreams lately that are actually fantastic while i am having them but then i wake up and realize they were actually such sad things. i remember exactly the day that i took the picture of those wool blankets because it was right after i turned fifteen and i came home that day and was reading robert frost poems and took a picture of that appreciated blanket. if i opened that little frost book i know i would find pressed pansies from 2009. i feel like a fool
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