- what if they like it and lock us in a cannery with your accordion -

So, mine is a new view - green and jagged skyline; buildings like the teeth of a saw or a key's blade againts the pastel glow of the sky.

New, and mine.

All seven-hundred-odd square feet of it, from the plants that need re-potting to the life still a third in boxes to the ideas for house-warming dancing around the back of my head to the looping car sirens drifting in from the window. Mine, and not entirely mine; spaces shared always give a little bit of themselves away, to be kept until everyone who is a part of them has returned. That's true of hearts, I'm finding, as much as it's true of spaces, and not just in the obvious ways.

It's curious to learn something isn't heartbreak so much as it is growing pains.

And that's curious, though I can't be surprised at this sudden scrambling, grasping for the strings of the spiderweb I've spun as the world shifts around me (hearts, family, friendships, life) - I saw the changes coming, forever ago.

So, if you can, blame my mind and not my heart if we've lost touch, particularly if it's been recent; know I'm thinking of you.

(Yes. You.)

...although perhaps not at this exact second. ^_~


In any case, take care. ♥



♥ music of the moment: this is the dream of win and regine
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