knots

i have been trying to mend-sew my golden (i mean the colour) handbag over the last 30 minutes and it is taking forever

i can see now why domestication and patience tend to go hand in hand

there is something very therapeutic about repairing an article though

the concentration and focus needed distracts you from other buzzing thoughts


.

i've been ignoring a cold hard truth for the entire year

and it's time to face it

i've become less approachable, isolating, and i feel so tired

and i know why - how can i not know, when it's plagued/blessed my existence for months?

was (is) it worth it? pour ça?

crazily, scarily,

yeah