lendemain

i started a new journal tonight which i felt was necessary. writing in hand, in pencil and drawing made me feel good. i made sure to wear down the pencil first. too sharp is not for me.
i read poetry, drew faces all day.
also, i've been consuming very much butter with jam on bread. so sweet and kind. days are kind, daze are kind.
i realized a few moments ago how much i love the phrase
"under the covers".

"wasting days is the worst you can do."

quite right. although technically, we are alive. and being alive

well that isn't a waste.