my closet.
my closet might seem like a strange thing to celebrate.
but i often come here to write (escape). (ok, maybe 'often' is a stretch).
if you live in a one-bedroom apartment, you understand.
there just isn't really room enough for everyone's (my)
thoughts here, sometimes. (lars' has a pretty loud
stare when he's bored - which is always).
i always imagine that one day,
i'll have a big desk, and i'll get up
early every morning and run write
all day. yes, one day that will happen.
until then, there are closets.
and late nights.
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