night owl melodies (more).

dear em,

i am still in a juliosphere of temporal lucidity.

sleep will not come.

my brain is alive with a whirlwind of what ifs, whens, and wheres.

i miss you.

i think we would both agree that this a different kind of missing.

one that sort of sneaks up from behind and snips your achilles.

just a quick snip of course! - but a nasty one, nonetheless.

i know what you mean about the jokes - they bounce off empty walls.

ann arbor (no u) is too far away.

so are you.

so is j.worm, glow master (of the world).

today my eyes were hungry for all sorts of colours, so i will share

them.

(to be honest, i was writing little snap-shot-stories for you)

mermaid

etched in

the wall.

unexpected

beauty.

(the best

kind.)

suggestions?

yes,

please.

i like this little shadow dance.

the shadows tell a more elaborate story than the actual flowers do.

what does that tell?

plants can be cute - this one is proof.

stop light. somehow, just sitting there.

just like that.

p.s. i really like getting my hands dirty and i really hate dirt under my finger nails.

time machine.

where to go? when?

just spin a globe.

maybe spin a globe

with countries on it

that no longer exist?

...textures, from some time ago. (i think?)

love, k.

x.