ahhhh, the curses of dead week:
campus gets absurdly quiet, the library is suddenly a place you wish you weren't spending your time,
and the neighbors want to hang out. all the time.
what a weird, weird week.
requiem on water.
not only an ingenious intermingling of soft harmony,
but also made with words that roll through my mind like melted butter.
captivating words kind of weaken my knees.