...to where my lovely one is now.

love.

so happy, so sad. s'dismal and cooling. woolf's precocious notebook scribblings. artaud's letter to that girl as the best love note i've read in ages. by accident. by accident you see.

everything's always missed if begotten. i want to wake up in the morning and stretch out like a toddler or a feline. i did, this morning.

it's raining and i won't have the right forms to say. but something makes the busy body keep going, on.