yesterday

the temperature, just like the time, works in mysterious ways. i am not cold because it is cold, i am cold because i feel cold. i was cold the whole day yesterday. that’s why i didn’t feel like writing, that’s why it felt hard to even talk. but i walk easily, i would walk all the time if i could. it takes the kind of energy that gives my thoughts space for other places, and the soundtrack is usually helping. only once in the last five months i was upset and took it on the soundtrack. the soundtrack is actually my way of assessing closeness and need. just like the temperature is the way my body lets me know when something is going wrong. sleep...