last night, strawberry pocky and e-mail in bed. it was so quiet, and i’d forgotten how much i enjoy that. quiet and stillness. being alone.
i dreamt that rima moved all of the house plants. i was about to get angry until i noticed that they were thriving in the corner of the house.
i am working on a project one year overdue, and i hope it is the mark of a trend. Getting Things Done. last year i took several steps forward and then a few more back. it was like a clumsy dance, one that i don’t want to repeat.
i want to glide across the dance floor. i want to shimmy and spin. i want someone to dip me.