bird seed packets in his hand, lovers on the mend in central park

i'm beginning to suspect that when (hrm...if...let's say i was to...etc.) i grow up, i want to be just like her. la.

i'm still trying to figure out who "mackenzie" is, and what he means, is it bad? slow wit there she is.

i should say something of meaning, but i never do, air just lolls around inside. marbles, losing. ahrm.

/

and...

i can't get over the things persons are saying to me and sending my general direction. i never deserved this, any of it. all handed in silks and pretty platters. i get letters falling on my head and they crack open my ribcage. i'm just. wow. you know who you are, i hope. and gosh.

thank you. i don't know how or why but thanks for falling in my lap, if only for a short, a very short moment.

i'm in awe. and honored.