happy valentines

My days are being slowly filled (overflowing) with schoolwork and social commitments, missing my brother and learning to live. The house feels a little less familiar without dear JC, but that sentiment is reserved for another post, another day. There are times when I forget how wonderful it is to exist; and reading old words (wise friends) eases the ache that accompanies lonely hallways/empty beds.

Hark, there are so many that I love, this feeling is hard to convey in such limitations. Some notions are only truly understood by living - you can analyze things over and over, but in the end this can only result in mere observations,  you will only ever grasp the shell of emotion: fickle and fragile, nothing like the absolutely terrifying real thing. 


(the way you wanted to disappear, holding back tears/
trembling hands and fluttering lips, first(second, third) kisses/
you ate my heart/ i love you/ how could you/ i love you) 


I prattle, without significant consequence and I apologise.
For the lack of poetry, lack of beauty in my words: I can only offer blunt thoughts produced from late-nights, spent listening to Beach House and Bon Iver and classical music (an embarrassing admittance*). If you've managed to read this all and remain from promptly un-following, you are a doll. And if not, I adore you anyway.
Love to you all -

x


* Perhaps what is even more embarrassing is my radio being constantly tuned to Classic FM these days. Oh, I kid - Bach/Tchaikovsky/Beethoven/Debussy are totally on 'coolness' levels with Gaga etc. Doesn't everyone indulge in a little of their parents' classical music every now and then.....? (Yeah, I'm looking at you)