Some things never change. Somethings never stay the same. It's that scent though. it's almost driving. I catch a wiff and i stop to turn. i feel that presence echoing throughout the vast layers of space and time. The faint lingering warmth in my bed. That soft smell enveloping me asI slumber. unperturbed by annoyances. Sound muffled. All but your soft breathing against me. Skin soft and warm against mine. Nothing there. The bed remains empty under dark nights. Can't sleep.
gonna have a beer and sleep it off. gung-ho for winter camping this weekend.
“Dear Die-ary, there's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going.”
― Jhonen Vasquez, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: Director's Cut