i am collecting beautiful things.

so many thing.

I had a nice year.

hello, goodbye.

home again. home again.

we. we. we.

ahoy!

i had the most vivid dreams about these things last night: a castle made of bottles that i remembered from an amish village my parents took me to, a iceman frozen in a cube that lived beneath my porch, a collection of gems and stones that seemed worthless to most but true to me, and a sprouting tree of califlower and broc.

and i woke up wishing i could go back. it was wonderful. it was really really wonderful.

leotards, dots and my dog.

i fall in love every single day.

and you're going to save me: the things that we talk about.

magical. tiny tiny. amber. reds. purples. serpents and elephants. I stumbled! ow!

in a half completed letter, i described a series of dreams and layers of fever:

...i know theyre not real. I dreamt you were so so sad. i dreamt that everyone was mad at me. i dreamt i lived in a huge palace that was houses on top of houses and i had to get to the attic but i had to climb through windows upon windows and it was utterly impossible. I dreamt that i died. i dreamt that i killed myself. i dreamt that i spend the rest of my life trapped in my head like that movie johnny get your gun. i dreamt that my imagination was lost. i dreamt that i was in a dance recital i forgot to attend the classes for. they were all very disturbing and sometimes funny. I woke myself up talking out loud. i dreamt i lived in a canoe. i dreamt i drove across the atlantic to what i thought was your house but was really the Louvre and it was Free Day! we were wearing disguises dressed as eachother. it was funny to me. i ate mushrooms in one dream and i was real mad about it. I felt tricked.

a recent discussion left me wondering whether i would feel young like a mid-between floosey or old like an aged and...further, would i feel so small or would i wonder had i shrunk with osteoporosis.

no heel on your shoes, thank you and goodnight.

during a discussion on trees, songs and how we relate to our surroundings: the trees of the world, i ask the following:::::::

do you feel like an old sap? a swaying birch? a weepers willow?

i am a polar bear. i live on a glacier and and and and and...

i have a vacation home on saturday with a marvelous view of the hills of beverly, GREENLAND.

im glad to get a laugh. it makes me feel secure.

after a string of romantic comedies purely on accident and partially due to convenience, I felt defeated and alone. then i realized i was bored with their lives and not my own and i felt sad for them.

(i really did.)

click opera

i love momus.
really, i do.

that

devoted much time to rest as of recent.

hello again.

tiny tiny.

full tilt. full speed ahead.

sleepy sleepy most of the time. occupied by my own brains.

day and night dreaming of far away lands.

tippy toe stand offs.

i am trying to feel/be taller. it takes so much patience and care.

floating in a most peculiar way

a day at the beach

unattractive and so boring. so boring and so boring.

do something pretty while you can.

dear darling,

its all we need.

i wake up these days, throw the window open and i just want to scream. 

but not in the bad way. 

not in frustration more in anticipation. 

sitting on the floor looking at books, hidden away and behind the return cart. thats where i want to be. 

all day. 

while its pouring outside.

you're a sight to see.

wiping up the rain from lenses so they don't spot up.

its the first time in so long, i wasnt bored to my core.

i have sent a carrier pigeon, a strip of paper in its snout.

on it are tiny words.

keep an eye out. 

but until then.... 

my very best, 

all the very best.