kestrel

It's little things, like...
the kitten keeps eating the bread.
the millions of Texas-related horror movies.
how hard it is to get a hold of Zebra Cakes at 4am.
the same problem coming back only once I'm sure it's gone.
what I want not even existing.
that I no longer possess the time nor skill to flesh out the web site in my brain.
when a subject of anticipation disappears.
receiving the best ever testimonial.
the way my socks seem to pass in and out of this realm of existence.
making the same mistake over and over.
having absolutely nothing to say.
how beautiful everything is when you know that you're leaving.

Every night ends a little bit closer to the next.
I wonder and I wonder.