nummer sextiosju

everything is cold here. too tired to make coffee, but that's the one thing I can have right now that I want. listening to sad but beautiful music, my stomach is acting like it's trying to run away but instead is running in circles. not quite. my right hand is really freezing, there's too much things I should do, have to do actually. my reasons to escape them don't exist, but still I just sit here. telephones are much more scary than seeing you talking to you listen watch everything. but the alternative is much worse. been walking on clouds all day. I like leaning my head down, to feel the spine.