On the Clown and die-cuts. And coffee.

I have had the perfect title for about a year now. But not the words.

The notion of love.

A younger me once asked, "Are you in love, or are you more in love with the notion of being in love?" I have since hated my guts for this awfully insensitive, foot in mouth inquiry. And, over a period of time argued against this need to define and organize sentiments into sets of absolutes. Yet, I find myself asking this every once in a while. And, wondering if the notion of love isn't, after all, more liberating.

Pancakes

Some days start with pancakes.
And, long stretches of procrastination.

Music.
Feeling lonely.
Staring out of the window.
Some more pancakes.
Tea.

Today.