i went for a walk in the cornfield with my camera today. it's been far too long.
there are so many things going on, and so many things that i could be worrying about right now, but i've never really been this excited about something that i've wanted for so long. it's like there are so many amazing experiences that are about to happen and so many complicated things are stuck behind them and i can't even begin to explain any of it at all.
christmas break was lovely. and too long. and too short.
the morning before morning, where everything is cold and quiet and dark.
the strangely intriguing fascination of being completely and not at all alone.
the waves of wind touching your face and the crumpled leaves beneath your feet.
in the last month i moved 700 miles away to my new apartment and started school again. i already love it here and i get to see @Thinkitsnotillegalyet and @theKYEE all the time. i'm still having trouble processing how any of this has actually happened, but i'm happy.
"people observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. a single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. murky darkness."
the colors are suspended in the air, twisting and turning, behind your eyes, beneath your feet, clinging to your fingertips. i wonder what it's like, to think like you. when the music plays and you're the happiest you've ever been. i can see them then, the colors; they come rushing from your skin.