i have been in a secret headspace all day, i am writing invisible letters while my hands are in my pockets, i am feeling giddy after no sleep til 6am and talking to myself through worries, my head hanging off the side of the bed.

i slept with my window open and when i woke up the sun through leaves was the first thing i saw.

stuart was wrapped in a ball like a hiding buddha and i hit the snooze button one too many times.

i have been singing small prayers to myself, and wishing for scarf weather.

i am going to sail my hand out the window the whole drive home, i will buy dinner and maybe a drink or two before i go to my apt.