lazy portland morning...

outside this space the wind whirls the leaves off the tree and into the backseat of my open window car. i can't seem to settle but i am settled here watching you draw from across the room while your impeccable taste in good music sings out from the kitchen. two months but one year of the most important conversations i can recall. in the ebb and flow of life you have relieved me of complete apathy....for these small pleasures, i am grateful. i am making my way through things. i feel slightly blind...naive...not sure where to place my words most of the time. not sure where to place my "nice" in a world full of so much negative shit. i have disconnected a bit and for a while. but i think once i find my words again i will find my way back to things and call them home again.......