The past few days have been at once really uneventful (in terms of things I've physically done or seen) and totally crazy (emotionally, as per usual).
Earlier I had the intense urge to listen to Wonderwall (trite, yes, but also true):
And all the roads that lead to you are winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I want to take you ice skating and hold your hand.
Until I have some privacy I won't be able to write much, unfortunately. But my brain is ON.
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