it is a beautiful day, it is warm. i can sit outside comfortably void of scarves and mittens. warm air, grey sky. so tempting to find a bed, Anywhere, and lay down, sleep, because that is really all i feel like doing right now. breathe in comforters and pillows and blankets, open window next to me, in and out of consciousness, wake up whenever i feel like it. it is all i am capable of doing; History Repeats Itself.
