knowing that nature never did betray the heart that loved her
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I'm tired but I don't want to go to sleep. I'm worried about what I'll dream about and what I'll think about when I'm forced to slow down and the only thing required of me is breathing and living and existing.
Phrases float around in my head, and I'm always writing the first sentences for novels I never write. My love for baths could probably be considered criminal, and I like the idea of working my way through a stack of books as the bathwater grows tepid. I like peppermint tea, but I love coffee.
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