needed
delete. delete. delete.
The past five minutes trying to put feelings to words.
Brownies and watching Parenthood and sleeping on the couch in a big onesie is what sounds good right now; with responsibility trying to find you but failing and therefore not being able to judge you.
It smells like strawberry oatmeal.
My knees are cold and my neck is sunburned, but the subtle sting is evidence of needed Saturday.
Clean mountain air and a phone forgotten in the office.
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