garn.

I sat on my window sill last night with a bottle of bubble solution, blowing bubbles out into the night air. The wind carried them away quickly as if they needed to be somewhere urgently.

you're such a romantic

yes, but I was alone. and I'm not sure if I want someone with me the next time I lie down on the roof and blow bubbles out into the dark night.

I feel that haunting idealism creeping back into my subconscious. Those wonderful ideas about love and such.

honestly, I am absolutely terrified of them.