still writing...

so i was going to go to bed but for some reason i am all wound up. so i am going to write more and if you would rather not read my ramblings then i understand.

i don't even know what i am going to write about. surely nothing brilliant, for brilliance seems to come to me in those rare moments that are between beauty and pain. and right now i feel more in the midst of a melancholy mediocrity. i don't even feel like reaching for anything more. tonight i am just sitting. and being. not contemplating any of life's great secrets. merely (interrupted...)


hahaha, merely...now sweet adri woke up and is looking for her vaga mommy so i'm going to go tell her a story...