once.

done with this. i want out.

tired of falling and hoping and falling some more.

i am a record player. stuck on repeat.

ideal. lay in a field. where its warm and not cold. greens and blues are warm and alive. it is seventy degrees. and you are there. and you'll sing. and i will too. and lets laugh. and take naps. because thats what love looks like to me.

goodnight.