Tuesday, October 4, 2011

message on a chalkboard

sweet notes from jazz

in the morning on the chalkboard.
sunday night i started feeling kind of disoriented,
and i think i remember feeling this way when we
first moved to atlanta, or when we moved into our
first apartment here. it's this feeling of 
displacement, of unfamiliarity that sort of creeps
up on you. i don't really understand it. but it 
makes me feel really weird. everything seems a 
bit off or unreal. so husband's
love message really made my day.
and seeing lars happy on his bed.

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