she says wake up, there's no use pretending

This weekend has been a lot of:

- childlike affectionate notions set to a background of green with iron and wine

- bad tea. good coffee made poorly (my coffeemaker broke).

- trying to write prose. not doing so well.

- trying to write homework. doing worse.

- insecurity, or something like it, paired with anxiousness and self-doubt.

- a poem a wrote that I do not like to read. annoyingly, people seem to like it.

- set to a background of jose gonzalez

- nervous public speaking (i need to stop touching my face, appearantly)

- singing "naked as we came" between unexpected conversations, set to some rainy days, and nights not sleeping.

This month is not the least bit predictable. or formulaic. something like this takes a lot of patience to feel comfortable with.

oh well. come visit. I'll make you some good coffee, made poorly. And we'll sing some iron and wine and read prose.

with hot chocolate, and a warm fire over candlelight.