this girl

rain

I like to daydream out loud at my desk, my eyes unfocused; stapler, notebook, paper, paper, paper, paper. Somehow this collection of inconsequential nonsense makes me seem very busy and important. Imagining my life and what it is with the shadow of half drawn shades casting light on my arms. Write me a letter, love. I need to see handwriting, effort, time, thoughts. I want to see what you scratch out…where your train of thought COULD have gone. ahhh, daydreaming in a room with 24 tiny chairs. each life so beautiful, complicated, tragic, amazing. For now, they are mine and we laugh together…I am silly, unreserved and secretly delight in making them laugh at me…For now, I have precisely 15 minutes to snap back: eyes focused, shoes on, lip gloss, game face and…go.

I just found this…wrote it two years ago but it got lost somehow <3