I've been feeling strange, because I've been in my room so much of the day, and because I'm jolly over "Gaudy Night" and the progress with the album, and because February is ending and March beginning, and I feel sad.
I think maybe I could have used another two weeks of barren winter in which to hermit, safely. March feels like orders. Like a push off the dock.
I'll be all the better for it.
I haven't caught my breath, but I'll keep breathing, and try to steady the rate.
Help.
It is a powerful word.
I think maybe I could have used another two weeks of barren winter in which to hermit, safely. March feels like orders. Like a push off the dock.
I'll be all the better for it.
I haven't caught my breath, but I'll keep breathing, and try to steady the rate.
Help.
It is a powerful word.
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