my heart dropped with the altitude, here is dead and small to me. but it's small in a different way, it makes me feel small and there's less to feed off. some places make me manic but at home i am just out of steam. now i will just move in and make it mine because it's the only thing that will make me feel okay. i like how the past five days revolved around important things like food and music and movies and art and walking and hours and people and pictures instead of... whatever the essence of our being is here.
