If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me
And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would tak eme there
But only...
If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you



Unproductive day running around carrying out pointless errands, but managed to go for a run in the end.

Candle lit night with Norah Jones 💚 and tea ahead as I really attempt to turn things around. Hmm.

Ps. Scars are seriously so fucking ugly. Nothing the past 5 years was worth it. I don't even know who I am anymore.

Pps. Not forgetting to feature the great time spent talking to zy and jas yesterday. Things feel really different now, and it's a good kind of different, it's like I got that part of my past back. Feels pleasant finally getting some things out of the way. First world bisexual pains.