i know how to be alone better than i know how to be around all these lonely people. love that is true. i cant grasp it still... but it is lovely in trying to imagine.
change of pace,
montrose was lovely. the wedding was beautiful, or maybe it was the love that made it that of its kind, not souly for the pretty faces.
driving and searching for words to discribe the blue that i fell in love with.
i haven't brushed my hair in three days, an it was dancing with the mountain air for 7 hours on the way home. one bowl of soup did not satisfy the hunger of an entire day. the nausea in my stomach when i wake up returned today...and it really isnt that lovely of a feeling. mind over matter. the tan lines i recieve from the sun are always in unison with only one item of my clothing. spooning will probably always be my favorite way physical comfort. ive been 19 for a month now exactly. wow. i cant imagine what growing old will be like, and i probably wont realize it until i am already there... and i cant understand when i look in the eyes of the beautiful elderly people whom i come across.. has their mind stopped searching..
i wish i could sleep well enough to get rest.
