I’m glad to see that my increase in swearing hasn’t scared many of you away.
I’m sure everything will be back to a more normal, less angry and desperate tone, soon.
Or at least I hope.
Been collecting winter songs and pine needles. It’s easier than collecting snowflakes (tried to press some in my diary, they made the ink run and my thoughts disappeared. Have been thinking in blotches ever since). I wanted to preserve winter in a jar and lock it in my ribcage. Your voice tasted like holly and snow and sage.
