20.03.07 - 10:51 a.m.
admissions, small apologies and love letters make up this thing i'm working on. you can joke all day long about the autobiographical but it's true that my creativity or lack thereof lies in the past. my routinely set alarm clock, my following around and scheming, spent-alone birthdays and loss of daily necessities and finally: the one i haven't mentioned yet in case it fails to turn out. an unaddressed eulogy, for once certain that it will not be misunderstood or overlooked by the person for whom it's intended.