so i'm in hiding.

or on vacation.

hiding, on vacation, somewhere soft and sweet and full. i've been spending time with people i love. there are also people i love with whom i haven't been spending time. that will come, too, and soon.

seems the whole wide world keeps spinning, the angle of the light keeps changing, i get caught up and spun out and pulled back and whirled around. it's like dancing and it's beautiful and it hurts. where does this go in my memory ? i'd like to think it just becomes me. i'll twirl some thread around my finger and i'll feel it in my blood. you'll hear it hazy on a radio.

love is beautiful. i'm so goddamn serious.