i should probably be more worried about packing, seeing as i move next wednesday. yet, i’m not.
packing always makes me realize how little i use on a regular basis, and how much stuff i keep tucked away in boxes.
makes me wish i wasn’t so restless.
that i didn’t question everything.
and that i had a giant tea-pot truck to move myself around in.
because that would be spectacular.
i’d serve the sky with a big slice of lemon.