it's been nearly a year.

short paths and stunted grass. im screaming to leave. the desire burns more than it ever has before. my accumulation of text books and course gray is done in may. and im ready like a mad dog gone silly. i've been daydreaming, or maybe creating, a lot lately. i see myself in new york: bundled up in layers of clothing, living in a uniquely cramped apartment, walking in and out of bus doors, and quick food stands. staying up until the quiet hours of the morning, listening to davis, making/sewing/mending art/textiles/wounds. this is life and i've been waiting.