here!

the only thing i need to be living my dream life is a bike and more wine and my black notebook that has my draft of trees do not have names

i talk to him on skype almost everyday most of the time for hours. i think being so far away from him gives our love room to grow as opposed to only knowing physical closeness. it allowed my parents' to

i spend entire days at the house and don't even realize. everything blends together. when i am out, i can't wait until i am back home. my space is so warm and quaint. it smells good and my body is soft. my hands have become rough from gardening. i thought i was losing my sense of poetry but whenever i sit down and focus on what my mind is trying to say, it really does come out nice. i spend entire days at home and wonder why my existence must be interrupted whenever someone speaks to me.