it's so....cold, here. when i speak, words evaporate. sound can't reach beyond my lips..thoughts freeze as they barely step from their creation.

i'm afraid to think that i just might be learning to live like this--coming to accept the way it feels. can't stop asking: how does it feel? what do you feel?

...

think i'll pull on a warm, grey sweatshirt. curl up with a hot cup of chai, a good book, and try to fall into cotton candy dreams--to the soundtrack of my life. a wide array of gary jules, call : ), perfect circle, matchbox 20, satriani, random celtic--damien rice, pink floyd, and atif aslam to sum it up. who needs linearity....just music.

life thru music.

a life with rain, goldfish, cartwheels, faith, pickles and a fish, late night chats (sometimes about nothing in particular and everything out of the ordinary), pillow fights, pirates and saints, wingnuts, B, guitar serenades (perhaps just a bit off key ;-) ), warmth, random ventures to the other side of the world (or just the other end of campus), library projects, all-nighters, sunsets (and sunrises), lessons in tolerance, pizza--on the crispy side, hallway conversations, listening to voices in the dark--for hours, rooftops and corners (that only you and i....), and inevitible impossibilities finding their way into every crevice..



god, i miss you