So, anyways.

I've felt very strange lately. Detached. I’m floating hundreds of miles above the ground with only a string tied to my ankle, tied to a rock, tied to the ground, to anchor me down. I’m just up there bobbing around - possibly sighing or humming to pass the time. I am tangled up in the magic of things.

I feel boring and like I bore everyone around me. I want to sit criss-cross-applesauce next to someone strumming softly, I want to pound away on my typewriter while they sing me Fleet Foxes covers, both of us smiling at each other’s smile. I want to be silly and wild and take long drives and dance in public places and read dirty poetry while they hold the wheel. I want to laugh. Above all things, I love to laugh.

I want, I want, I want.

I always know I am most comfortable with someone when we can be silent together, going about our own lives, but still so completely intertwined.

I’m thinking about us lost in the mountains. Damp wood, magnolia, ribs, palms, braiding hair, broken guitar strings, something, something, come here, please, come closer.