speckled dreams.

so you'll laugh at me while i attempt to paint a new apartment ceiling in the midst of city lights but perhaps you might bebetter at it, since you are slightly taller (as most people are) and well equipped to reach taller things.. and then i can watch and laugh and smirk at times at how much better you are at some things than i am. but then i can break out my guitar & sing a few diddies by candlelight and soon we'll have to find more- i need to win a lifetime supply of candles or perhaps twol ife times worth, because i'm sure i burn more than the average human being. i will surround myself with them as i wrap a blanket aroundmyself at night and write in my scribbly book and you can photograph whatever you like whenever you like, especially if we make fools ofourselves on in afternoon in the city. i'd like to be there in thefall when everything seems to be changing. and in the springtime wheneverything grows once again and the air seems beautifully fresh and people walk around with smiles at the thought that a season of silly scarf wearing is about over, and in the winter i wouldn't mind bundling up and walking down the street with snowflakes in my eyelashes & in the summer there will be many ridiculous movie marathons throughthe afternoon and night & we will have popcorn and chocolate chip mint ice cream & sometimes i'll pretend i'm domestic & attempt to knit while watching & we'll pretend to freeze onemoment at a time before tomorrow comes to wake us from a dream.. butit won't even matter because dreams are born every morning for me.