waking up warm

Pictures from the last few days: typewriters, late night lights, kitty cats, naomi.

The days have been slow and long lately, and the nights short and cold, at least as far as my relationship with them goes. The sun has been fickle with its affection, i dont blame it considering it is the middle of january. Wont you just make up your mind? cold? or hot? but instead its cold and hot and warm and then windy and then dry and then wet and then cold again and then hot again but only for 5 minutes..

I feel lonely, oh about 90% of the time. Its a feeling that keeps me inside, a feeling that sticks my feet the ground. harsh and unwanted it sneaks up on a perfectly lovely day, smashing down upon me with lips so overwhelming. Or it gets settled while im sleeping and i just wake up in a fog, unable to create a genuine smile or think clearly. what a strange thing this is, life.
i love my friends and dont spend enough quality time with them, and sometimes(especially when your head is in the clouds) time is not quality time and that is too bad.

i miss waking up next to someone, smelling their skin, touching their hair.

aparently this blog turned into a journal. sorry.