ryman

"practice makes perfect."

the past month has been a bit dizzying, too much spinning around without remembering all of the things that are generally considered important for staying sane and alive.
And the truth of it is that none of this crap matters anyway, it's all so much filling space between the things that actually matter to me, that I miss.
and then you meet people (a somebody somewhere) who throws everything back into that focus: it feels like she can see straight through you, and that's terrifying and comforting, and she makes me laugh and dream of things that I'd nearly forgotten.
how are you?
xxx r