Heavy
my mind is heavy with dreams. restlessness (rootlessness) took ahold of me in the middle of the night, and I said, simply, that I didn't want to go home... it was one in the morning already, we both had work the next morning, and he turned at the light, driving us... anywhere, really... just driving.

He sparks the spontaneity in me, the unpredictable girl so carefully subdued for so long now. He understands. Sometimes you just need to go...

The sky was filled with stars.

The night crept in when I was finally asleep in my bed. Dreams of lost things, packed cases, leaving things behind. I feel bad that I left my best friend behind when I moved here. I feel bad that I haven't unfolded my life yet, with no space to fill. I am compact, 'packed lightly', my life practically minimized to the absolute must haves. There's not much in life you need to have, incidentally. In my case just a change of clothes and my computer, as long as I have somewhere to go.

Everything else is in boxes.
Carefully stored away.