This Saturday I went to a Tigerfest. We played The Village and as I slept, my closed eyes let me see the things in the dark and I could concentrate on the speaker’s voice saying

“Hunter, wake up! Child, wake up! Witch, wake up! Wolf, wake up!”

And they clapped and slapped and I got lost again in the rhythm and didn’t want to believe her hands weren’t trying to tell me something. And then today I saw the trees and it brought it back in a way that isn’t happy. It hurts.

And then again I felt her back and went to her and went back to her, and I was wet with rain and they both hugged me, one with wind and she was so warm, so we slept. I was calm then and closed my eyes.

When I say squirrels don’t care I mean it. These are all experiences and I taste the faith. I’d rather do this than not, still.

“My stomach is telling me everything I already know about my life.”

MILLE LITS, it’s the theme of the times.

So many beds, I love beds. I love other people’s beds. coming over, staying over, expanding the space of your house and the space in between people to kitchens and couches. Under beds are always playful.

My stress goes up and down, I got my ipod back a few weeks ago and I’ve been listening to so much music. Yesterday I watched tv for the first time in a long time, and today I got home and had some dark dark chocolate. It’s vegan because it’s meant for me.

I think it makes sense that I never believed in falling in love.