sometimes a whirlwind of thoughts can enter the mind and it will just keep spinning faster and faster, then it's hard to remember where you are and what you're doing. everyone else is talking loud, cutting vegetables, drinking wine, i'm not interested, you're on my mind.
the weather is beautiful. it's perfect and windy, full of green trees and freshly cut grass.
i can't be somewhere beautiful alone, but i can't be somewhere beautiful with people i love.
well that doesn't really make sense, it doesn't really work, but i'm in a whirlwind.
i miss you
