citrus

i'm in my girl friend's apartment...
i am wearing diamond earrings passed down from my mother, a hair band around my right wrist and another tiny one around my left ring finger.

comfort and convenience for a short time.
her apartment is much easier access to the city for me, but i miss my place.
another friend suggested today that i don't like being in my room. and it's not really that.

there is a candle lit, evocative music on, the lights are closed.
it's getting cold outside. it's fun to notice the chill and to watch my condensed breath escape in front of me.
but it's not too bad, really. it will be worse


this song sings that she wants her old friends and her old face,
sometimes i feel that way, though simultaneously i feel like i still have all that...
i see movies in music the way i replay memories in my mind.
a friend told me that i write that way... that something i put down the other day was vivid, she was with me through that expression.
i think it's neat.

bedtime for bonzo.
i'm glad you're well, really.

see you again soon.