This reminds me of September 6th.
“And this is how it started. Just with coffee and the exchange of their long stories. Love can be incremental. Predicaments, too. Coffee can start a life just as it can start a day. This was the meeting if two people who were destined to be in love from before they were born, from before they made choices that would complicate their lives. This love just rolled toward my mother as though she were standing at the bottom of a steep hill. Mother had no hand in this, only heart.” Silver Sparrow, Tayari Jones
Beer. Probably lemonade too.
Friends. Catching up.
3 days, mm.
There is never enough Frank Ocean in the world.
I believe that most things material are waste.
The bracelet you crafted me with nothing but your own hands, silver and fire? That, it transcends material existence. I want it back, I have lost one of the most important things I have ever owned.
It k i l l s m e. Thank you for your art, I am sorry I am such an idiot and misplaced it. I will find it someday, until then, I yearn for it back. So I can have your art on my wrist. It is a reminder of your love.
Anyways. I should be finishing my term paper. It’s about ethical theory, which is actually really wonderful. Sigur Ros and this candle are keeping me calm, while this coffee keeps me on edge. Which is the perfect remedy for the whole, “up for consecutive days during finals week” blues. I think I will make it through the night.
I miss my bracelet.