today, i got out of bed and fell onto the sofa. soon after, a cup of tea was placed before me. earl gray, gentle and comforting. if it’s too milky, separate it from the water, i was told at the gate. good, you’re still thinking. 

last night, i sat on the edge of the sky and looked at ships, counted fish. the plane from india betrayed me. at the end of the bridge, it felt like goodbye, and that was sad. but i was made to feel better, so it was’t so bad. did you know, that black polka dots with nude don’t go?

i’ve been writing a new story these days, i think. but it’s such a very brand new story, it’s a hard time wrapping my head round it. mebbe i’ll tell more later. for now, figure out what to put into the bags. it’s going to be tough.