{i am not afraid of storms, for i am learning to sail my ship --lousa may alcott}

there are twenty two yellow post its in a drawer, with late night writings and thoughts and conversations. there is blood, ink on them. a blue pen from the van gogh museum {& oh, this is so european} & a blue cd player {selfish} --- they played on while i toyed with the words and thoughts and feelings.

ive let go.

and these are the p-i nights, as opposed to the red paperclip days ��� moments.

i want to tell you e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g/


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