Wings and Teeth

(things to aspire to)

Earl Grey, why have you forsaken me?
Guess it's the same everywhere, you let it sit too long & it spoils.

Warm tea & jazz...blankets & thick socks, I do love a good Saturday night beside a fire. Waking up to the tap tap tap of rain against my window, the clock takes it's sweet time to focus in my vision. "It's almost eleven," it whispers. "Don't worry, you don't have to get up if you don't want to." Where's my star pillow? He/She is the best neck support a girl could ask for on a bed of dreams. (well...almost anyway)

Such a separation. A disconnect. I hope I land before my flight takes off. If not, I might never touch the ground again. Seventy one more days...and counting...and counting.

one complete, whole...half.

nights like tonight make way too much sense.
it sucks but it's true. i feel ridiculous.