if only i could recognize the eye

when i was trying to figure out how to go about explaining myself (or whether to even attempt), ie through the pig section of the site, i considered using this from a notebook as all. but i forget why i didn't; i had a reason.

it still stands true. i'm made of dirt and things closer to the ground. i keep myself small, i want to be inconspicuous. i want to listen to songs and feel better, then.

(twinge) marina, who is a beautiful girl, she is, she once framed it this way:

"pretty is pretty and this is not it."

mm.


oh, right, that old notebook liner. well, it's this.

i am definitely not the girl in the song.

i wish i could remember why it was (and still is?) perfect to me.