May twenty-seventh.
Tonight I’m covering my boyfriend’s closing shift because he’s throwing up (poor thing,) coming home and sleeping maybe 3 hours, and then going back and working my opening shift at 4 am. Pretty exciting!
May twenty-sixth.
I need you like I need the rain, in the same places and in the same way. The way it lifts my spirits up, how it holds me and only ever kindly wakes me up.
I need you like I need orange juice to keep me optimistic, and the way I need my watch to remind me that this ground really is intrinsic.
I need you like socks when I am sleeping, and like I need coffee when the alarm is beeping.
I need you like a good bit of Russian literature, and like I need lemon drops and closure.
May twenty-fifth.
I’ve been writing & drawing a lot lot lot lately, but I woke up today with a void that only my camera can feel. Might be time to bring the film back into action. I think it just might be. It’s been far too long.











