a headache threatens and the world ends half a mile from wherever i stand. the spotted, raindropped windows testify to a violent night, everything is a shade of blue or grey. maybe i shouldn’t have worn purple today.
vocabulary has suddenly returned, like the valentine i sent to a long-absent friend. simile too, it seems. still deciding if i’m glad of that or not. does it make for more interest or disdain? regardless, i can’t bring myself to care when my head feels this poor.
small sparks of anticipation: olympic hockey, pizza, pajamas.
go canada go! =)