happy day

at 3 am last night,

i still wasn't asleep

i craved pie, fruit pie

with sugary crust

i dreamt

i don't understand how we can have such strong feelings in dreams

dreams are really weird concept

a movie or clips, a pretty soundtrack your subconscious festers up

maybe i would like to study the topic

this photo was from a really sad day i was having.

and i call it happy day flowers even though it was more of a tree...

i've decided that i hate the routine of life and the urge for everyone to try to fit into some category.

i ate the most wonderful sourdough toast this morning while chatting with my best friend and now im going to go curl my hair