this is where we came; this is what we saw

music: rented rooms, tindersticks
mood: tree branches against rainy skies

i am exhausted by self-sufficiency and my initiative is worn right through.

i am moving through seasons and phases and friendships. i am learning how i can't afford to spread my feelings far or feeble. mostly the small hours i inherit are not worth their effort. i am not for amicable apathy, i can't face being taken for granted. will you walk through the rain to my door? will you seek me in the places i travel? will you call when there are no plans?
i can let go of my expectations but i will not be let down.

you; you should be more careful with me.