Thursday, January 12, 2012

someday when my life has passed me by

I have things to say. And I have memories to document and lists to make. 

But there is something to be said for putting the pen and paper down, for procrastinating, for ignoring the details and the proper spelling and the decimals and the chronological order, for listening to new songs you kind of hate just for the experience, for letting sugar melt on your tongue, for tilting your head back and closing your eyes and feeling the air enter your lungs and just living for a minute.